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Humbly into the Night

By Michael Druck © 2006

Iíve walked humbly into the night,
unwilling to explain.
Iíve walked in snow and ice,
and in the summerís heavy rain.

I walked wrapped in a prayer shawl,
greeting shabbos on my way.
I hear the chanting of prayers,
and the welcoming of the day.

I see women bent over candlesticks,
with their hands covering their eyes.
Iíve seen flames flickering in the night,
and G-dís creations dotting the skies.

I hear a rabbi singing a song
that Iíve heard since I was a child.
ďShalom AleichemĒ rings in my ears,
lingering, singing, more than awhile.

Iíve walked humbly into the night.

I walk humbly, not knowing where I will go.
And enter a hallway that only G-d knows.
Iím welcomed there because I am a Jew;
a home away from home, that I now knew
would welcome me.
And I walk humbly home into the night,
with blessings.

~~~~~~~

from the June 2003 Edition of the Jewish Magazine

 

 

 

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