Under My Grandfather's Talit
The deep comfort of my grandfather's voice
Envelopes me like the talit he has
Placed so lovingly upon my shoulders.
This sacred shawl, so much a part of him,
Brings my childish soul
The deepest comfort possible.
Once a week
The worn blue and white cloth,
Becomes my Grandfathers haven.
My Grandfather offers up his soul,
Frees his mind from the troubles of the world.
His talit becomes his path to heaven.
Now the comfort is mine.
So many sorrows have been woven through this cloth.
Its weight is the weight of the world.
But underneath its shelter
Only the peaceful blue and white can be seen.
And only the deep lull of my grandfather's voice,
As he offers up his prayers to heaven,
Can be heard.
Lisa Marie
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