Words Sang, Not Said at a Shabbat Meal
The rays of sun from the dusk’s pink sky Sharing warmth as I sit down to dine That holy moment when we bless the wine, A quiet solace from a week awry. From around our table the sublime songs fly Songs that express what our minds divine The lyrics hint a hopeful future time Harmonies paint thoughts that I don’t dare to cry The silence after swells and fills and fades The feeling from our voices presses true I sit relaxed, with staring eyes I catch my stunning sisters’ gazes My brothers’ smiles shine, with crisp shirts white and blue My parents let the pure pride simmer, joy in song — a guise
