I know I’m blessed with a low wattage halo. <br />At prayer, the old folks use it like a night light <br />Just bright enough to mark their path but not too bright <br />To disturb their sleep. No doubt they would choose to go <br />Someplace else but we push them here. This row <br />For wheel chairs. Walkers and canes sit at their right <br />I know they complain that the fit is a little tight <br />To rise. But here we don’t stand for prayers although <br />We sometimes sit up straight and chatter in a voice so low <br />That it sounds like praying even through the words aren’t right. <br />Nor the melody for that matter. But in God’s sight <br />Its all the same, an album’s worth of kvetches from down below. <br />But I still chant our prayers, their Shabbat morning lullaby, <br />Hoping that one might stir and catch the corner of God’s eye.<br /><br />Lewis Eron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-your-light-we-see-light-shabat-morning-in-the-geriatric-home-a-sonnet/
