By Rick Black (Arlington, VA)
I tell myself these are candles of joy.
Of peacefulness, quiet and repose.
Of blessings, rejoicing
and song.
Usually I light yahrzeit candles,
memorial candles, Yom HaShoah candles.
And they rekindle memories
of those I have lost.
But tonight I light
the wicks of Sabbath candles.
The scent of their smoke lingers—
the smoke itself, too.
I recall my mother,
lighting candles years ago—
closing her eyes to usher in
the angels of peace,
the living and the dead.
Indeed, how many years is it?
The Sabbath candles alit
and their glow.
Rick Black is a prize-winning poet and book artist. To read a few poems from his award-winning collection, “Star of David,” please visit http://www.turtlelightpress.com/products/star-of-david/ Currently, he is at work on a limited edition artist book of Yehuda Amichai poems entitled, “The Amichai Windows.” You can learn more about it at his blog, www.amichaiwindows.com.