Swiveling in our Sabbath-rest,

we are impressed

by the slow,

winkless kindness that glows

slightly when we still.

No thrill,

no sudden

unrelated frill, no madman

trumpet-blast.

One silver cast

of calm,

bracing us with the flavorless balm

of god.

It’s odd.

The only brightness,

it took this long to notice.