The snow will start to fall again
Across the fruited plain
And memories of those warm nights
Forever will sustain
How do we get through
Darkest nights
And centuries of pain?
It may be drops of oil
That always do remain
Indeed the oil that is left
And wicks not fully burned
Are still regarded holy
A merit they have earned
We shant abscond the actions
That once lit up the night
Though they are extinguished
The holiness shines bright
They are shiyarei mitzvah
To cherish with our soul
And realize that their sanctity
Forever will be whole
As we perform a mitzvah
That may be just for days
Please understand
It does not leave
The mitzvah always stays
And thus the month of Teves
Will segue into Shevat
For many candle-lighters
Kislev they forgot
But for those of us who cherish
The mitzvos that are dear
Despite the fact
That flames are gone
The ruach is still here
Indeed it shall sustain us
Its power will not wane
And soon there will be Purim
To lift us up again!
