But mostly love is oil for a day
that lasts for eight
or for however long I need it,
and how that means
that there will be enough courage
for hiding in the hills,
for facing addiction or grief,
chemo or leaving a home
that is full of violence,
that desecrates the things
that are a sanctuary in my life.
Surely this is my neighbors’ tradition —
eight candles and Shamash —
but it is also a light for my path. amen.