If Cars
If Cars
They would cry out in voices
That no man has heard -
"Shabbos!"
They would shout to the world.
Their engines would tear their hair
Muscle-bound mighty valves shrieking,
Banshee wailing
Shabbos Kodesh
In fluent Honda.
If cars could cry,
Their production lines would be a cortege
Far into Friday night.
With robots weeping on their metal arms,
Desolate.
No one to comfort them,
Despairing of the light.
One day soon,
Our ears will be all opened
To hear the screaming cars,
The weeping robots.
The crying tearswill dry their eyes,
And all the world will hear
The final broadcast.
"Today is Shabbos."
"Today is Shabbos."
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Sivan 5758.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
Copyright © 1998 Ohr Somayach International.
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