From a couple of years ago.
That Friday evening
as we walked
out of Eitz Chayim
into the fresh-fallen
Cambridge dusk,
a friendly fellow
on his bicycle
sped up to us
(he knew our faces
from the services
just ended) and
launched a blessing
warm and precious
as a June bride's kiss:
"Shabbat shalom!"
Poetry by Thomas D

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Written on 2020-07-13 at 01:07




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