Shabbat
As I stop to savour the sweet Shabbat night
Approaching before me delicious with light,
No longer the last one with fragrant delight
But forthcoming rest is now nearest my sight.I long for that day of sweet rest – I kick back
And soak up the pleasure of ease which I lack;
My hope is for fragrance of that holy day
Reminders of rest-fully days on my way.The fog settles in from past days of sweet rain;
Last cars of the evening head homeward again;
The darkness of evening comes early tonight
With clouds blocking stray bits of daytime delight.Tomorrow preparing for daytime of rest,
So we can enjoy precious moments – the best;
I find as I stop on each Shabbat of rest,
My other six days tighten up, fill with zest.Flip-flopping I've done over much of my years –
First Sunday, then last day, then no day – then tears;
So I've now gone back to last day of the week,
So I can rest up, taste the life that I seek.navigation