You are the beauty in the beginning,
the satisfaction in the end;
the giver of the good gift of suffering,
and the fashioner of sorrow.
There is solace in Your eyes and patience on Your face.
Lines from intimate gaze release the breath I've been holding.
You speak a language just for me.
Like oil, your presence spills over my cheeks and lips;
We have turned aside to Sabbath together.
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