Friday, February 18, 2011

It's moments before Shabbos.
I was blessed to be born into a Shomer Shabbos family.
Every Friday sunset of my life has been like this.
The soul changes at dusk.
Shabbos descends from Heaven with flowers in her hand.
She never forgets.
Everything changes on Friday night.
Like a baby that can't stop crying we need to be cooed to and soothed,
"It's OK - stop running.
It's O.K. - Shabbos is here.
It's O.K."

Good Shabbos.


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