The Burning Candle

When I light your candle, a glow so divine,
Goosebumps dance on my skin, a sensation, so fine.

It's Friday, a day of magic and grace,
A day with family, in our sacred space.
No phones intrude, just our world, pure and true,
A canvas a creation made by Hashem.

Books open wide, like portals to another dimension,
We walk to Shul with steps echoing,
Learning in  a sacred space,
Witnessing our people, in the spirit.

Shabbat a sanctuary of peace.
Candles flicker, shadows on the wall,
As prayers ascend, like whispers in the hall.

A melody of togetherness, hearts in sync,
In this sacred moment, the world seems to shrink.
The rhythm of tradition, a song that we sing,
Generations are entwined, in the joy that it brings.

Shabbat, a symphony of love and connection,
A sanctuary where hearts find sweet reflection.

In the glow of the candle, 
We gather, we cherish, as family and friends meet.
Friday is a blessing to hold,
Shabbat shows its beauty and here it unfolds.