A Taste of Heaven
Dust, sweep and mop
Run to three or four shops
Polish silver 'til it shines
Did we forget to buy wine
Countdown to Sabbath's begun
So many chores to be done
Ready or not, it's time to bench licht*
Friday goes by dizzy quick...
Now the Sabbath does appear
On dove's wings of purest cheer
Our tired feelings dissipate
Blessings soothe, reinvigorate
Refresh and restore
Over holy books we pore
Eat delicacies and treats
Meals pleasant and sweet
Time now to repair to sleep
To relax and dream dreams deep
Of Sabbaths wrapped in mists of yore ~
Messianic Era to point toward
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*to bench licht is Yiddish. It means to light
candles (for the Sabbath or a Festival) with
a blessing. 'Licht' is pronounced as a
guttural, more like 'kh' as in the Russian
'khorosho,' 'good.' It is not pronounced like
the 'ch' in 'chin' or in 'Chicago.'
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