On Shabbat anger lines are suspended and estranged parents bless children together We are a village again - Raising each other's children; Praising each other's achievements; Laughing together We leave our baggage at the door - All of our petty and legitimately painful histories; All of our irritations, grievances and jealousies; We pretend For the sake of peace For the sake of family For the sake of coming together For Shabbat The pretending becomes a sacred reality We are a perfect family for a moment We choose to come to the table as our best selves And it's fragile And over too quickly And we do it over each week Each time A miracle - EKG'17