It was a drive-by wedding

In someone’s yard upstate;

We went to wave and say Mazal Tov,

Glad to participate.


In a clearing amongst the tall trees

Where a stream sometimes ran,

The reception’s guests sat chatting

In elegance and elan.


There were no chandeliers,

No crush of the clamoring crowd;

The band was earnest and lively,

But they didn’t play painfully loud.


The bride was tall and lovely,

The groom handsome and pale;

Flowers and silk adorned amply,

Just on a smaller scale.


The kallah’s gown brushed lightly

Over emerald spring grass;

Walking forward in beauty and modesty

That no one could surpass.


Their friends helped out as servers,

Joyful in their tasks;

Then danced with cheer and spirit,

Adjusting slipping masks.


So serene, so holy,

In a humble, small-town way;

Yet exalted in honesty and courage,

We could almost hear G-d say:


“Silence, you, now, Satan!

My children rise before Me;

Above all, your accusations

Against all adversity…


“Again and again, I’ll bless them,

And you must say ‘Amen’;

My myriads continue,

For now, in groups of ten.”


By Sharon Marcus