Havdalah
Purity of countenance, fellowship of praise,
kindling of braided wax and flaming wicks.
Feel, smell, see, hear, taste
— for the Lord is good.
Soaked in wine, spices, candle and prayer —
cordiality stirred with gentleness and kindness.
Pot-stirrers of all that is good —
smiles, good humor and tongue.
Havdalah!
12/13/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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