Darkness permeating the air
Engulfing, drawing in
Dejection and despair;
So began the beginning.
But with a mighty command
The void was filled with light
Insects swarmed the land
The moon brought on the night.
With each day of creation
Myriads of sparks spread wide
Hashem’s perfect imperfection
For man to live inside.
The flames spread high and low
Holiness in its prime
Setting the world aglow
The light of eternal time.
Yet one action is all it took
Shattering the paradisiacal bliss
For the taste of forbidden fruit
Is a taste too hard to resist.
So Chava began her fight
The never-ending scheme
To re-attain the distinguished light
And re-crown the desired dream.
Each week she did the same
Spreading more and more light
Kindling her flames
‘Lehadlik’- she would ignite.
And deep within our hearts
Is the key to fulfill this task
To help rekindle the spark
That rests beneath its mask.
From age three, every week, each Jewish girl
Is granted this sacred mission
Let me tell you — you’re not the first!
This links on for generations.
Sara Imeinu’s candles, each day
Burned bright for all to see
She strengthened a link in the chain
Passing on this sacred deed.
And all through the years
The tradition has followed through
During hardship, war or fear
The flames of Shabbos were still in view.
From the depths of exile in Spain
To the heights of English hills
Through the terror of a Russian train
The flames burned stronger still.
In peace, in happiness, in war,
No matter the time or place
The Shabbos lights, I’m sure,
Will be lit and blessed with grace.
And ‘Bizchut Nashim Tzidkaniyut’
In the merit of our righteousness
We’ll be redeemed from our Galut
And the world will be aflame with holiness.
— Esther Miriam Golomb, Age 16
Leeds Jewish High School for Girls
Leeds, United Kingdom