Sunday, December 17, 2017

A poem from the 4th night of Chanukah



flame



even if I close my eyes

I can see your light

if I were blind I would still

be able to feel your heat

if I could not feel, your warmth

would still keep me alive



in the cold, 

dark world






15.XII.2017
SHL. Inspired by sitting in the dark around the lit chanukiah with eyes closed.