When there is abundance of cheer
The sky may be cloudy,
But down here it's crystal clear....It's the holiday season
And without rhyme or reason
We are sucked into the bliss
Of practicing religious treason
It becomes quite all right
To sing about the glowing candlelight
To uplift, it may succeed
Through a tune called "Dynamite"
We allow the outside world in
Is it elevation or simply sin?
Are we bringing the low up high
Or succumbing to assimilation?
I'm having mixed feelings as the candles glow
There is a tune playing, that the outside world all know
Did we make it kosher?
Or just so-so?
The chag of light is burning strong
But do we have the right idea as the days go along?
Of coming closer and bringing the spark inside ourselves
Or are we ourselves causing the Galus to prolong?
Great poem. I like the rhyme scheme, it's different :-D.
ReplyDeleteBtw, I couldn't help noticing that the picture along with this post just doesn't look so safe. Where'd you get it from? That curtain looks like it can catch fire in any second...ahh!!