Shabbat, January 1973
by Marc Mangel
Softly. Softly the clouds winkle their way
down under. From somewhere above
they come and envelope us. Without pain or trouble.
So that soon our minds float
in the
clound that lie upon the
hills and
touch the tops everywhere
Above another layer. Fierce and succulent
the two battle
David and Goliath
for the spot
numero uno.
The soft clouds are friends.
Quiet and loyal friends
for those
of us who need
some water for the
brain.
Pretty shortly ocherous and cold
yet warm the sun
will plunge into that very warm
and the light will die
As the light dims
the air sweetness
lightens
the air from heaven
a gift from
heaven
And slowly floats in the Shabbat
quietly Shabbat comes
softly
full of majesty
and coolness
when
heat is unbearable
Shabbat can so often bend your
mind into happiness
and show what is there
if only given a chance
January 1973