"Blessed Art Thou, Lord Our God..." When I spoke the blessing over the Sabbath candles My longing cried out loud: Shabbat shalom to you all, my darlings. Ah, but they had pa**ed out of the lands of the living And did not answer that warmth. My quavering holy day spoke: my roots are on high. And I whispered: Shalom to you, Shabbat to you, My darling, my soul. And through my tears: a wandering flow of flames. And all the wall was glistening gold. So much the light surrounding me, And so much the pain, My own dear soul is about to pa** out.