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