112 - Shabbat

Last Thursday, I let myself be admitted to the hospital for a tune-up and oil change. After several months of respiratory infections, it was time to "give in" and let the stronger antibiotics and more frequent breathing treatments help me get ready to enjoy the warmer weather. Surrendering gave me a chance to find serenity, and indeed, rather than my usual anxiety and crankiness, I feel calm and cared for. Rather like the peace to be found in the quiet of Shabbat.

One Hundred Twelve

Shabbat Afternoon in Sivan

In this sun and shadow of Shabbat reverie,
Sitting amidst my papers and my teacup,
In this sweet place of midsummer greens,
I hear Your murmur.

You murmur: "Still."
You whisper: "Yes."
Gently, patiently, You soothe me,
Bringing Shabbat sighs to free my soul.

In this warmth of Shabbat afternoon,
Setting aside worries for this timeless time,
Clearing and coaxing my soul,
I listen to Your quiet call.

I fold my papers and sip my tea.
Leaning back, I breathe deeply:
No inventories, no questions, no plans.
Just this perfect rest to honor You.

Not sleep, but more than sleep;
Not study, but more than study.
I sit gently and give thanks
As I murmur "Yes."