Sabbath sunrise
Light beaming down
Like fingers from haven reaching down
Touching the the concrete of the city sidewalks
Moving between buildings and apartment complexes
and basketball courts in city parks
Through windows with lace curtains
Upon the faces of the sleeping Isrealites.
Rise up
Light the frankincense and myrrh
Morning prayer has come
draw the curtains back
and let the light of Yah shine through
Offer up thanks and praises
in the solitude of the morning sunrise.
Happy Sabbath, bothers and sisters
Zarach
