BH
The Shabbos light,
Still burning bright,
All through the night,
No end in sight.
A flame, a wick,
A wooden stick,
Through thin and thick,
It’s hidden quick
An open door,
A scream, a roar,
A cold hard floor,
And pain no more.
Sensation felt,
Of leather belt,
A candle melt,
On swelling welt.
A sacrifice
Not worth the price,
A whipping slice,
Don’t feel so nice.
In prison cell,
A scream, a yell,
A ringing bell,
A body’s swell
Some rations saved,
The food not craved,
The rules can’t waive,
All must behave.
A thread within,
In margarine,
With fire’s spin,
Shabbos begin.
This Shabbos light,
Still burning bright,
All through the night,
No end in sight.
Thanks Tzipporah! Perfect picture :)
My pleasure. :)
It’s so great to hear from you Mushka! Welcome to JGU!!!
Ohhh…. I just looked at the forums, and I see this isn’t your first time here; welcome back! :)
I love your Meditative Musings on Mundane Matters!
It’s so precious that you find a unique lesson in everything around you!
You’re doing the Lubavitcher Rebbes, of blessed memory, proud!