You are being transported
On the road, HE, provided
In the JEEP promised to me
I got to walk the way
Following,HIM, in the dark
But never, really, got to see
How it would play out, in the natural
You are living in the home
A place of peace and rest, He, provided
To shelter from storms, outside
In the house promised to me
I found my home in HIS heart
Finding secret rooms, filled with treasure
That I left at HIS feet
But, I was homeLESS in the natural
You are eating the feast
At the table, HE, prepared
In the CHUPPAH provided for me
Someone was sitting in my place
So, I stood...
Wondering if my LOVE, would notice
He did, and enveloped me
Now, only those who seek HIM
...will see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-07-2023
Categories:
chuppah, joy,
Form: Free verse
A chuppah is a canopy
Beneath which couples wed.
It could be made of cloth, a shawl
Or flower boughs instead.
Tradition called for chuppahs
To be held up, using poles,
With relatives or friends assigned
The chuppah-holding roles.
When I got married, years ago,
But on this very date,
My brothers, cousin and my husband’s
Brother filled the slate.
The cloth was velvet with the star
Of David center-placed.
We stood beneath it, said our vows,
Sipped wine and then embraced.
I don’t know whence the chuppah came -
Perhaps the rabbi’s stash –
But it’s a symbol I recall
Just like the glass’s smash.*
Our wedding was a small one
But the chuppah played its part
To ensure our matrimony
Had a customary start.
*In Jewish weddings, the groom stomps
on a cloth-covered glass right after the
ceremony.
Categories:
chuppah, wedding,
Form: Rhyme
At dawn, the air was tinged with the smell of impending heat
Best friends make the best spouses!!
Last night apart was totally overrated. Bachelor boredom.
Uptight? Not by a damned sight. Can’t wait to marry my soul mate!
Everybody’s looking so dapper! How unusual!
Mom and Dad walk with me to the garden, where I see you…
Oh my, do you look like an absolute goddess!
Over 100 degrees under the chuppah; thought we’d be the supper!
Nuptials, circling and consecrating each other, vows, true love and joyous tears
Indivisible for all time, joined as a family, my wife and I. Wife? Husband? Wow.
Nibbling the amazing food here and there while making the rounds
Jubilant and giddy while taking pictures after; the pictures show it!
Us alone for stolen moments here and there
Night fell; we drove off into the sunset with the Blue Moon rising behind us
Ending in sweet togetherness on and off all blessed night
3/18/16
Categories:
chuppah, joy, love, marriage, wedding,
Form: Acrostic
This is the first time I’ve been in the synagogue down the street.
There are many unfamiliar people I have to greet.
The sun is setting, and there is a crepuscular light.
My friends Isadore and Becky are getting married tonight.
The two mothers escort Becky as she wears her white gown.
Isadore is introduced by the two fathers from out of town.
They come together under the chuppah canopy.
The rabbi and a chazzan are conducting the ceremony.
For everybody here, it is a time to rejoice.
The chazzan leads the singing with his baritone voice.
Becky makes three circular walks around Isadore.
I was unaware of the prayers that were recited before.
Isadore and Becky then exchange their gold rings.
Seven close family members give their blessings.
Then comes the part of the wedding that is most fine.
The rabbi gives the bride and groom a glass of wine.
With his right foot, Isadore steps on the empty goblet.
With the breaking comes the loud cheer nobody can forget.
“Mazeltov” cuts right through me like a knife.
Together, the bride and groom begin a new life.
Categories:
chuppah, love, religion, wedding, time,
Form: Rhyme