Friday, January 28, 2011

Friday Night

The strings of beads of Friday nights
- for you maybe a rosary -
for us the count by sevens
through the years.

We hear the clink as each
falls into place
Nesting with its kin
to link a chain
to cross time's canyon.

Friday, Shabbat
the evening arrives and
wherever we are
in the warm Friday sea
we can taste the salt
welcome you
welcome me.

No comments:

Post a Comment