Vayakhel

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Vayakhel

The mitzvah of Shmiras Shabbos appears,

At both ends

 Of the chet of the Egel.

Only after we fall,

 Are we taught something new:

On Shabbos no fire is kindled.

We descend in a flash from a level so high,

Attainable but by a few,

But then from the ashes,

An ember,

 Revived,

 Rekindled, to shine forth anew.

Thus each day of the week must be lit,

 With great care,

Though the glow may be hard to distinguish,

But the Ner of Shabbos,

 Which gathers our sparks,

Always burns, and is never extinguished.