Mel Merrill Poet Elegy

Night

The periwinkle petals closed
As daylight turned to dark--
And nighttime fell like dampened silk,
To hush the meadowlark.

While the Talmud--and the holy words;
The violins, and song--
Fell silent in the midst of dark
Seeming out-of-place, or wrong.

And faith became a memory,
Like love's first gentle kiss--
The most dear of all possessions
Was the one most sorely missed.

For God had been the guiding light,
So the rituals, and wine--
But the Cantor was bereft of song...
T was the night of '39.

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