A Set Table
Tzav
By :
Yonatan Dahlen Student, The Rabbinical School, '16
Posted On Mar 25, 2016 / 5776 | דבר אחר | A Different Perspective
I try to bless
When I wear Your stars as my blanket;
My winter coat when days are dark
When life is a knife
Resting on the altar of time.
I try to bless
Because my bread is warm,
And the salt at my table
Is my reminder.
Fine grains of labor and endurance.
When the smoke fills you
When the fat is burned
And the flour poured
I have to ask
Do you bless as well?
Your table is set
Widows and orphans, your guests.
If we could sit together,
I know, I am certain,
I would only be able to try.
