Menorah
Candlelight,
soft and bright.
In the window
through the night.
Bright and true.
One… then two.
Each night again
your lights are new!
They leap and grow
and soon I know
the world is one
within their glow.
Planets turn.
Candles burn.
Each night more
and more return.
Then in a line,
they dance and shine.
And with the shamash,
they make nine.
Dancing flame,
what is your name?
You are never
twice the same.
Like stars above,
like friends I love--
you’re everything
I’m dreaming of.
Small and bright.
Oh, gentle light.
Miracles fill
the sky tonight.
soft and bright.
In the window
through the night.
Bright and true.
One… then two.
Each night again
your lights are new!
They leap and grow
and soon I know
the world is one
within their glow.
Planets turn.
Candles burn.
Each night more
and more return.
Then in a line,
they dance and shine.
And with the shamash,
they make nine.
Dancing flame,
what is your name?
You are never
twice the same.
Like stars above,
like friends I love--
you’re everything
I’m dreaming of.
Small and bright.
Oh, gentle light.
Miracles fill
the sky tonight.
This poem is copyright (©) Alan M Sugar 2024
About the Writer
Alan M Sugar
Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.
