Oneg Shabbat – a poem by Janet Krauss

Oneg Shabbat

It is time.
The sky hands its robes of white
to the Sabbath Queen.
She drifts through the window.

With covered head,
her mortal sister
blesses her coming
with arms extended
over lit candles
that follow the Sabbath’s
presence
filling the room,
sanctifying the home.

Shadows group
like small animals in the night
soothed by her song
that rocks the hold of the house.

This is the time
for quiet praise of creation.
This is the time
to pause,
release the burden
of the week’s past—
geese taking off
swift in flight
without sound.

With a clear breath
we usher in the day
when we rest
in the quiet spirit
of the Scripture,
listen to our thoughts
glide like swans
staying close to shore.

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Janet Krauss, who has two books of poetry published, “Borrowed Scenery,” Yuganta Press, and “Through the Trees of Autumn,” Spartina Press, has recently retired from teaching English at Fairfield University. Her mission is to help and guide Bridgeport’s  young children through her teaching creative writing, leading book clubs and reading to and engaging a kindergarten class. As a poet, she co-directs the poetry program of the Black Rock Art Guild.

 

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