Only A Moment

I’ve only a moment 
To dash this off before
The sabbath arrives.

Sometimes I await the
Seventh day exhausted
But bracing myself for

The holy tasks of the day.
Other times, my excitement
Is palpable, I’m almost shivering.

Today, today, as I now
Relate in the little time
Before night fall,

I’m almost relieved.
The immediate past has been
Too, too much.
Too much grief,
Personal and public,
Too much politics
Too much, too many,
So many sorrows
Beyond expression,
Beyond my ken.

Somehow, at least for
Me, in this moment, there is
A long awaited

Quiet, a calm time oasis,
A coming day of 
Reverent gratitude
During which I hope that
I am outside myself.

That is the relief
A little me time outside
Of me.
Letting the Infinite One
Hold on to my worries
And griefs, until, after
Sunset, give or take some hours,
I’ll take them on again.
But that later. Meanwhile

Good shabbes, 
Gut shabbes.