Wedding Feast Anxiety

Mansions ready, Table set perfectly, Time to Snatch Bride up to Thee, with Lamps trimmed and full of oil.

By Arley Steinhour 061111

Two Thousand years she's waited

With patience wearing thin

A Doctor of Love would have her sedated

From the condition that she's in.

You paid the price of marriage

What seems so long ago

Still no horse or carriage

Her heart is sinking low

You promised you'd not tarry

She expected quick results

Tradition says you did marry

Now she suffer strong insults.

Temper is getting somewhat frayed

Bride's friends are getting fat

Everything is disarrayed,

If we were tires, we'd be flat.

No one know the hour or day

Your Father be the only one

When it comes, He will say

'It's Time, get her, on the run.'

There's a reason that I write today

Tomorrow is Shavuot

Traditional day of Snatching away

On a horse, an ass, even a goat.

Stay clean, get hale and hearty

Tomorrow might hear the phrase

To enjoy The Wedding Party

An Eternity of Loving Praise.

AMEN