The hum and lilt of seder voices
Fills the darkness.
Friday sundown and the family gathers
Around the candlelit table.
Jewish Sabbaoths belong to the mothers.
A tradition as old as history,
Given by Yahweh, performed by the faithful.
The Sabbaoth. A day to return praise and honor
To the giver and creator of love.
Friday.
The Messiah has come.
What day was he born? No one knows.
But we know the day he died, the day he gave all he had
For our souls, because of love.
Friday.
Friday’s child is loving and giving.
Author notes
Friday's child
A contest entry
- Monday's Child by malmadre.
1000 points, ended February 21, 2008, 13 entries
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Looking at this from the half catholic irish (lapsed) Dublin jewish (not even acknowledged) point of view, I love it. Sadly, I'm a Saturday's Child and, yes, it's true. I have had to. x
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Don't you wish that calendar dates were recorded better back in those days of Christ's birth, I agree no one was more loving and giving...Thank you for this beautiful entry!
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