It was a drive-by wedding
In someone’s yard upstate;
We went to wave and say Mazal Tov,
Glad to participate.
In a clearing amongst the tall trees
Where a stream sometimes ran,
The reception’s guests sat chatting
In elegance and elan.
There were no chandeliers,
No crush of the clamoring crowd;
The band was earnest and lively,
But they didn’t play painfully loud.
The bride was tall and lovely,
The groom handsome and pale;
Flowers and silk adorned amply,
Just on a smaller scale.
The kallah’s gown brushed lightly
Over emerald spring grass;
Walking forward in beauty and modesty
That no one could surpass.
Their friends helped out as servers,
Joyful in their tasks;
Then danced with cheer and spirit,
Adjusting slipping masks.
So serene, so holy,
In a humble, small-town way;
Yet exalted in honesty and courage,
We could almost hear G-d say:
“Silence, you, now, Satan!
My children rise before Me;
Above all, your accusations
Against all adversity…
“Again and again, I’ll bless them,
And you must say ‘Amen’;
My myriads continue,
For now, in groups of ten.”
By Sharon Marcus
