“The Thing That…” — A Poem with a Surprising End by Chaya Mushka Kievman
BS"D The thing that reveals a part of me I
BS"D The thing that reveals a part of me I
A clock falling just missed me, a car missed running
BS"D Picture This! You are standing by the candles, nothing
BSD Hi, this is a poem about the power of
I have a flashlight, but it's broken. Sometimes it works,
Hungary, 1957, sixty years ago My grandfather's family knew they
When I lit my first light On that wintry Friday
When I try to imagine a life without Shabbos, I
A flicker in the night The most magnificent light Shines
I want to make a difference I want to help