i listened to a voice
she spoke of her joy.
her face, that look,
people write books about it
make movies
about such things
and if her voice grants such peace,
when speaking of her joy,
the love of her life.
what then, what then would one feel
to be in the presence of both?
i saw not them
but in my childhood
i saw it once.
a memory on replay often.
my thought, "that is love."
i could, if i could,
paint a picture of the rabbi
and his wife
their gentleness, their peace
and what it was to be in the presence of both.