Last Shabbat

Rabbi waves good-bye; street lights, like halos, cast sidelong shadows against the Spanish moss swaying in warm evening of late July.

Voices fall away; moonlight lingers, follows me down the broken cobblestone path.

Last Shabbat; shadows cast against my face. I turn and wave good-bye.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022

This poem is from my poetry book “Spaces Between the Pause.” It is available on Amazon Books. I haven’t yet put it on Kindle.

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Tea House

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Inside the Japanese tea house,

I listen to water slip over rocks; I am refreshed by the coolness of morning breezes rushing through the open windows.

Birds tweet high above on the delicate tree branches.

I snuggle into the familiar comfort of the sameness of my days.

Sunlight glints off dragonfly wings,

pine branches point God-ward towards the endless blue canopy above the tea house.

Yellow wings of butterflies flutter in the sunlight and alight on the edge of the red window sill, then flutter away like delicate lace in the early morning breezes.


Allowing myself to breathe my own breath.

Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews


My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon. It is available on Kindle and in paper book. I look forward to receiving your feedback.

Thanks for reading.