Levi Nathan

Levi Nathan

His eyes glisten,
absorbing the laughter surrounding him.
He is held, carried, and handed over from one
person to another,
like a treasured Torah scroll,
celebrated on Simchat Torah.
On holy days, I gripped my grandmother's hand,
When we walked to the shul.
Her quiet strength was palpable.
I was conscious of her grace.
Grandma urged me to kiss the Torah mantle,
blue velvet embroidered with golden threads.
Make a wish, she whispered.
Grandma would have loved this precious boy,
sweetness flowing from him like rivers of milk
and mountains of honey.
He coos with delight when he sees his siblings.
Blessed days are made of these moments,
they are a prayer to be lost in. A melody that awakens from within.