A row of tall skinny candles burns
quickly into the night
air, the shames raised
over the rest
for its hard work…When even the moon
starves to a sliver
of quicksilver
the little candles poke
holes in the blackness….No disasters, no
repentance, just remember
and enjoy. The miracle
is really eight days
and nights without trouble.*shames: the middle candle that lights the others every night
Sunday sayings: An extract of Marge Piercy’s poem “Season of skinny candles” and a photo of Thursday’s last night of my Chanukah candles
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Interesting. Provocative. Alright, I will. Soon. I never imagined blue.
the only provocation was when the Jews in the village of Modiin, were compelled to join in idol worship and hence they revolted under the leadership of the priest Matityahu and his Maccabean sons – Chanukah commemorates these times but is also apt for today and another reason to light up these dark times
– see Who were the Maccabees?