A song for Shabbat

Shabbat she sits, staring—seeming to stir when I start to sing but only swaying softly, her starlit eyes conspicuously somber as she searches across the scattered landscape. Does she seem scared? I yearn to assuage her fears, to assure her even in her unsettled stupor that she is the sole possessor of my spiritual devotion, that if she should smile—only smile!—my soul would shatter into shards and wisps of splendor.


Ben Newman said...

I found your blog just recently thanks to a link emailed by a friend. This one in particular is so beautiful. It reminds me a little of my own song for Shabbat (lyrics, mp3).

Wil Roepke said...

:-) Thank you, Ben.
That was beautiful.