Shabbos Candle-lighting Poem by Chana’le Greenberg
As I cover my eyes, Every Friday night, Shabbos comes
As I cover my eyes, Every Friday night, Shabbos comes
BH Lighting the candles has changed over the years. When
BS"D I watch as my mother glides into the family
BS"D As a Jewish girl, I feel privileged that I
During each Friday night there was darkness in the streets,
BH My first memory of lighting Shabbat candles was when
BH Peace? Calm? Spiritual freedom? Such big words. How is
BS"D I think lighting Shabbat candles is special because it
Serenity and peace surrounding me Happiness in the air A
BS"D As I strike a match and kindle a flame,