O joyous Happy Hanukkah to my
wonderful Jewish friends,
love and friendship never ends.
Light the menorah, gather round,
the presence of God and His angels-
a beauteous sound!
night folds its endless hands—
shadows stretch & scatter
(aching)
for warmth
for a flicker.
a mother whispers prayers, her voice
a cradle—
soft syllables swaying
against the weight of exile’s wind.
one wick, then another—
then eight:
flames lean into each other,
(dizzy with hope)
(drunk with remembering).
oil scarce as breath,
yet its story unfolds:
a temple reclaimed
a heart unbroken.
the menorah blinks its quiet Morse code:
endure.
endure.
endure.
children spin tops—
letters clinking against the wood—
(miracles inscribed
in the simplest of things)
while fathers tell tales that climb
the walls like vines, rooting in
tomorrow.
each candle rises like a soldier—
small,
steadfast.
above, the stars watch,
silent witnesses to a people
who (always)
remember how to
make light.
Hilda Morley (open organic poetic style) Hanukkah
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A rainbow
not just Christmas lights,
why not,
menorah light?
An Advent wreath
of billowing candles,
a black harmonic Quanzaa light,
or Ramadan lantern’s haloes white?
Diversity is a rainbow,
colors of the world
impressed upon hearts
of generosity and faith
during the
happiest, blessed
days of the year.
Colors of red, brown,
yellow, white;
mixed hues refracting
joyous spirits.
A generous,
sharing, caring,
feeding, warming,
loving, singing,
ever so warm
and bright
time.
Pastels, chromatics,
bold and intense;
painted upon a world canvas,
a blending of
harmonic
elation
in glowing
celebration.
The last candle lit —
we pray for the sacred light
to shine within us
If I was to hold the hands of a diamond could you tell the sparkle,
I see farther then any foreign land color with culture,
Like a star bridge the galaxy I feel it star power,
To be the mist a among the Hampton a sea among,
The a broad bring in the sail,
Latitude the distance kiss among the hand,
Re invite culture a meal with a coat holder,
Take in the sparkle like sun to a desert of distance love,
Could one feed off that love to make it to his love,
Among the star I see the one point home and I hold onto,
You are my Holistic,
My Hanukkah star.
This produces a big radish!
Hahaha! Happy Hanukkah!
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