B"H

Oct. 17th, 18th of Tishrei

Oil, blessed to rise
An ingredient in all that is fried
A holiness, with which to anoint
For skin, a gleam to shine
Daughters married
To kings and high priests
Metaphors of a nation
Which just will not sink

The world is built with kindness
With faithfulness established
My soul is limited
Yet within it, your eminence
So though limited, I am ecstatic
By its pleasantness
And even in this lowly plane
The reward for the study
Is ingrained

Despite the phantoms
Of my physical vision
Unimpressed
By the origami we live in
Eventually my eyes will see
What was given
As purity
For all is good in creation

We make a circle
Around the table
Delicacies that are tasteful
Beyond appraisal
Will raise us to joyful
A feast of festival
And we will be grateful