Longing for a blanket of peace
(photo by Bruce Black)
Last night I could see the moon
peeking through the leaves of the trees lining the lane,
its silver disc nearly full, shining its light
on the darkness below.
And tonight it will peek
through the roof of our sukkah,
which we finished building yesterday,
the moonlight casting a silvery glow on all below,
a blanket of peace for a world sorely in need of peace,
a world hoping for the return of the hostages
and an end to the war in Gaza,
a world in need of something to hope for,
something to believe in,
some way of regaining a full heart.
May the sukkah spread over all its blessings
of comfort and strength
in a fragile world
where life can change
in the blink of an eye.