Sailor's Sabbath

Once upon a time, I met a sailor.  He had a red beard.  He had a pipe.  He had a ponytail.  He had a boat.  He had a hat.  He had everything he needed to be a successful sailor, and then some.  The only thing he did not have was a peg leg, that is, a leg made out of peg.  Is peg more like corkboard or wood?  Wood, probably.  What does it matter?  Dude's not even missing a leg.

One Friday evening, I supped on a sailor's boat.  We sat inside with the hatch open and watched the gloaming come on.  He sang in Hebrew.  He read in English.  We two guests hummed along and slaughtered pronunciation while observing sacred rhythm and melody.  The dinner table as altar.  The bread as sacrifice.  Sabbath-keeping as Lady Wisdom, laughing at the future, never lacking in good things.  One who espouses Wisdom is honored at the city gate.  Wisdom's children arising and calling her blessed.  An invitation to the angels.  An invitation to the neighbors.  Enter in.  Breathe in.  Receive the holy spirit.