In the eternal shadow of our mother, Sarah,
Often with my grandmothers and their mothers, too,
Standing beside me as I hold the clean white candles and
Clear the thoughts that crowd my weekday mind,
I enter the open arms of Shabbat
Surrendering to the peace she offers.
In the steady flame I see our strength,
Here and in places unknown to me.
Our voices blend into one as these timeless words,
Spoken from generation to generation, guide us into the warmth of Shabbat.
[Blessing over candles]
May these burning candles reveal the wisdom of a thousand generations
Opening us to light, understanding and peace.