Eyes Heavenward
tarnished cup
of silver
family heirloom
wrinkled hands
all a-tremble
pindrop silence
in the room
eyes lifted
heavenward
will he remember
the words…
Blessed art Thou
O Lord our God
King of the Universe,
Who creates
the fruit of the vine
Amen
Smiles all around
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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