by Marilyn Wolpin (for #FallWritingFrenzy2021)
As summer exhaled into fall, a new family moved in:
Two cats and a dog, mom and dad and three kids.
They brought challah and kugel,
Brisket, babka, and wine.
China adorned a table of white linen.
Flames flickered in silver candlesticks.
Recite the prayer. Welcome the New Year.
But where could they daven and sway?
Up on the hill, a lonely church sat,
cushioned in crisp fallen leaves.
She prayed for her pews to be packed.
But only on Sundays were her prayers answered
when townsfolk came to sing the Lord’s praises.
On Monday, Tuesday, or any other day,
the little church sat empty.
Could we? Should we? Would it be allowed?
They looked to the skies for a sign.
As the sun slowly set, a rainbow arched over them.
The family made ready to go.
In Sabbath-best clothes, in polished shoes and smart hats,
they crunched up the leafy hill.
The lonely church watched. The lonely church waited.
She puffed dust off the unused pews.
Someone was coming to pray.
As the family drew near, she opened her doors.
She rejoiced! Hallelujah! she cried.
All are welcome here.
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