Musings from Students of the Pardes Institute of Jewish Studies in Jerusalem
Posted on March 9, 2013 by Tadea Klein
On a quiet soundless night a little girl with ancient eyes
comes creeping into Jerusalem
Shabbat is tired
She drags her feet,
weary of simcha and cheer
Ears ringing from songs, head aching from wine,
she wants only to go home, flick on the TV
and zone out
Not smile, nor laugh
Nor sing or dance
Not even reflect on words of wisdom or words of praise
She has been feasted and feted
Wooed with wine and spices and sweat-smelling flowers
The Queen would prefer a pair of slippers
and the sound of silence
