But for Thee we devotedly wait,

our work unfinished remain.

Put aside all, let worriment be,

No more left  this week to gain.

Hasten thy effort lest sunset precede,

our labors have now  to cease.

Welcome the Shekinah, Her presence arrive …

immerse thyself  in Sabbath peace.

A day of respite, tending the soul,

set upon tablecloth both bread and wine.

Sanctify this moment He creation made …

closer to Thee my soul doth pine.

Soar high o’er clouds ever above

as if on wings of eagle’s flight.

His people beloved, a nation of priests

illumines the world with its light.

 We are bidden to be as if a dove

 to the ark it did return.

For mankind a rainbow He painted

a promise made He would not spurn.

Alan D. Busch

March 2008