Pre Shabbat Post

Here's a repeat of an original pre Shabbat poem (there's an oxymoron for you).

Shabbos is a taste of Olam HaBa. We wait for the world to come and we wait for Shabbos. And sometimes we wish that that the world could be more like the world to come. And sometimes we hope for the week to have some Shabbos inside it, not only at the end.

Shabbos brings peace and Shabbos is. Shabbos has always been a friend to me, not the kind of friend that had to grow on me. Sometimes I think (and sometimes I'm told) that I pause too much, and that I move too slowly. Shabbos understands.

Promise me you'll stay.
"you know I can't promise that,"
Shabbos said to me.

"Like long dead loved ones
love to do in sad movies
I will stay with you."