MATRONIT

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray22 Oct 2014

MATRONIT

The Sabbath day is done.
The Bride has walked among us.
The lamp lit, the menfolk gathered,
Songs sung to the One
Here in the higher room,
Longing for the time of returning
When exile in this world
Will cease.

And then in silence, alone,
Each of us passes into the night,
The air still warm with the sunset.
Tired from weeping, knowing she is gone,
Returning to homes and children,
To wives, to sleep, to daytime,
We wake to meet the new day,
Pregnant with wonders to come.