Mazeltov
This is the first time I’ve been in the synagogue down the street.
There are many unfamiliar people I have to greet.
The sun is setting, and there is a crepuscular light.
My friends Isadore and Becky are getting married tonight.
The two mothers escort Becky as she wears her white gown.
Isadore is introduced by the two fathers from out of town.
They come together under the chuppah canopy.
The rabbi and a chazzan are conducting the ceremony.
For everybody here, it is a time to rejoice.
The chazzan leads the singing with his baritone voice.
Becky makes three circular walks around Isadore.
I was unaware of the prayers that were recited before.
Isadore and Becky then exchange their gold rings.
Seven close family members give their blessings.
Then comes the part of the wedding that is most fine.
The rabbi gives the bride and groom a glass of wine.
With his right foot, Isadore steps on the empty goblet.
With the breaking comes the loud cheer nobody can forget.
“Mazeltov” cuts right through me like a knife.
Together, the bride and groom begin a new life.
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