edited by Rabbis Sandy Sasso and Jeffrey Schein
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A weekday nap is time stolen
From schedules and chores.
Okay
But a temporary fix.
A Shabbat nap, however, is a choice
To fulfill an obligation to the
Holy
In the mitzvah of deep rest.
You must set the alarm for the weekday nap
Nod off for a second then
Wake!
The day must continue.
But the Shabbat nap has no end
You may sleep until you’re done.
Enjoy
Your sweet and holy vacation.
Blessed Mystery,
There are no worries for tomorrow
There are no regrets from last week
Only
This nice Shabbat nap.
Amen
Blessed God of our ancestors, beginning the chain of work, we give thanks:
This Shabbat I will rest from my fears
And exercise my endurance.
This Shabbat I will eat food that builds me up
And reject the comforts of junk.
This Shabbat I will pray our prayers
And ignore the lure of cults and false gods.
This Shabbat I will laugh at the schmucks in power
And dance away from their greed.
This Shabbat I will reject tempting easy answers
And embrace doubt and obligation.
This Shabbat I will nap through the cruelty
And revel in the bravery of love.
Shabbat Shalom
Amen
For the portion of dough we take off the challah before we bake it in order to sustain high priests, artists and those who are in need;
For the seed and the earth and the rain and the sun and the farmer and the picker and the miller and the baker and the trucker and the packager and the store owner and the grocery checker and the shopper and the cook and the waiter and waitress and those who will clean up after us, for those who brought us this food that we bless together;
For the scientists and activists and the teachers and the learners and the new farmers and the leaders who work to help us heal this earth, our home;
For all those who work to sustain us
For all those who work for sustainability.
Baruch ata Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam
Brucha at Shechina, Ruach Ha Olam
Blessed One-ness,
HaMotzi Lechem Min HaEretz
We give our thanks to you all.
Amen
Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.” Viktor Frankl
In this holy space that is Shabbat day
We can pause our pain
And look for compassion
And then for truth
Before we decide upon
Our response.
In this holy space that is Shabbat day
We can pray to observe others’ anger
With tenderness
And understanding
Before we choose
Our reaction.
In this holy space that is Shabbat day
We can stop and note
All ambient sounds and feelings
And then, with honest respect,
Decide for freedom and
A deep rest. Amen
We give thanks for the ones who offer prayers.
We give thanks for the ones who take action.
We cannot heal the world without both,
We must pray AND we must do.
When so many people
Have vanished into the darkness
We light these candles
And say the blessings
And pray for those who have been injured or killed or raped.
And pray for those who are worried and homeless and hungry.
And pray for those who are lost to themselves.
May we all be joined in yearning holy conversation
And pray when prayer is needed.
We must pray AND we must do.
When so many people
Have vanished into the darkness
We light these candles
And bless those who are working so hard to make things better.
May we join with the stubborn
Of all places and religions and races and gender and sexual orientations,
Who, when times are hard,
Refuse to disappear,
Those who fight so hard for their communities
With food and advice and shelter and organizing and work and love and insistence and resistance.
May we all be joined in holy struggle
And act when action is needed.
We must pray AND we must do.
We give thanks for the ones who offer prayers.
We give thanks for the ones who take action.
We cannot heal the world without both,
Blessed is the Source of Light!
We are holy with the obligation to speak goodness and do good
As we light these Shabbat/Mourning/Hanukkah candles
We will pray and we will do.
The moon is wrapped in black,
The stars are stored away.
There is from north to south no simple spark of day.
In the secret tent of my heart light a white candle and say:
In the north and the south the sun will bloom today
(Hebrew, first verse)
את כל הכוכבים טמן,
את הסהר עטף בשחור
מצפון ועד תימן
אין קרן אור.
My heart asked the evening,
my deep and compassionate companion:
How can fire
sprout golden wings
and embark on a magical flight.
What is its secret?
A lonely flower replied to the heart:
Love is the root of fire.
The sea breeze
answered my thoughts:
The lily of all freedom in the universe,
this is the fire of wondrous light.
My blood hearkens–
and weeps bitterly.
Woe, a flame–even an auto-da-fe.
It was also said–
fire is a wondrous mockery of dust.
Is it proper for a mortal woman,
soft of heart,
to roam and wander
in the garden of fire.
How dare she
in the smoke of waste conjure
the ember of peace,
an ember with which Sarah Bat Tovim would light
a Sabbath candle in the gloom of pain.
Between the walls of nightmare
it would bloom, burning slowly
in the crumbling house, in the pit.
Facing it, the woman of sorrowful depths
shut her eyes,
to worry, to mourning, to shame, to the mundane.
The candle’s sparks are palaces,
and in the midst of the palaces
mothers sing to the heavens
to endless generations.
And she wanders in their midst
toward God, with a barefoot baby
and with the murdered.
Hurrah!
The soft of heart comes in dance
in the golden Holy of Holies, inside a spark.
Taken from Seven Poems by Zelda, translated by Varda Koch Ocker