Shabbat for One

Tonight, I Return to Myself

(A Shabbat Poem)

The sun lays low, and I follow.

I leave behind the noise, the rush, the reaching.

I drop the weight of the week at the door mat and let myself in

Let myself be.

No need to worry, there will be an answer, let it be.

I light a flame to call myself home.

Tonight I don’t strive, I soften.

Tonight I don’t scroll, I listen.

Tonight I don’t fix, I feel.

Tonight, all I ask, 

is that I listen more than I speak,

that I receive more than I give,

and that I rest without guilt.

I enter the hush of Shabbat

with open hands and an unguarded heart.

Let this be my pause, my place of peace.

Let this be my quiet rebellion.

Let this be sacred.

Let this be enough.