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Humbly into the Night
By Michael Druck © 2006
I’ve walked humbly into the night,
unwilling to explain.
I’ve walked in snow and ice,
and in the summer’s 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.
I’ve seen flames flickering in the night,
and G-d’s creations dotting the skies.
I hear a rabbi singing a song
that I’ve heard since I was a child.
“Shalom Aleichem” rings in my ears,
lingering, singing, more than awhile.
I’ve walked humbly into the night.
I walk humbly, not knowing where I will go.
And enter a hallway that only G-d knows.
I’m 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.
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from the June 2003 Edition of the Jewish Magazine
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