On Ḥanukah

The shamash reached down from the sky

The first candle sent its flash into a dim nook

The second candle gathered green from a forest

The third candle juggled six balls upon a lively flame

The fourth candle swam a rippling lake to feed the minnows

The fifth candle picked up old pennies and passed them to strangers

The sixth candle stood up and whispered thanks to the beasts and prayed

The seventh candle took up the noise of an enormous crowd that cried and chanted

The eighth candle gathered all the candles and blessed them and raised them to the sky

For Ben at age 8.

Andy Oram
November 26, 2021

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