Devotion

September 23, 2009   |   Yaelle Frohlich

A Poem

I wait for the Redemption
like a new retiree for the Delta boarding announcement to Florida,
my heart pulsing
almost as fervently as when I entered the gates of Disneyland for the first time.

I pray as fervently as anyone
for an end to exile,
with its endless problems,
like supermarket shrimp sandwiches I cannot eat.

I listen to inspiring lectures
whenever I have time
paying rapt attention
if the room is satisfactorily air-conditioned.

I worry for the sake of Heaven
when the economic recession declines
and girls like me can't necessarily get manicures as often;
the shidduch crisis deepens.

I do my part to save our people.
I torment myself
by refraining from live entertainment
for three weeks--
instead, only movies
and, maybe, some particularly well done a capella.