Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Small, Yellow Apple: A Sukkot Poem

by KJ Hannah Greenberg

A small, yellow apple fell
From our plastic-covered table, where my
Little, light-haired lads did smell
The juice, the bread, and ably

Blessed the stars above, which blinked
Then shone on their sweet heads,
In our brief cozy of a home,
Built from sky above our beds.

First Shema, next words that graced
Shechinah, whispered softly, shaped
Brachot ‘round our outdoor space,
Buttressing our trust in Him, Most Lofty.

No comments:

Post a Comment