As I Recited the Blessing Over the Candles
As I recited the blessing over the candles
my yearnings called out aloud:
Shabbat Shalom my dear ones-
yet they had left me for the 'lands of life'
And did not answer the soft call.
My trembling holiday said: My root is above.
Peace on to you, Shabbat on to you, my soul.
Flames wandered through my tears
and the entire wall is sparkling gold,
So much light surrounds me
and such great pain-
in a moment my soul shall depart.