But For Now A Prayer

I sit around the china-covered table surrounded by family and friends,
watching as the candles dance in the holiness around.
We already sung the Song of the Angels,
they have blessed us and flew up home.

Now, I close my eyes and softly sing
a question of three thousand years;
one that changes over time;
every week a new meaning.

It began as just a song;
one that I would sing hungrily.
Then it became a goal,
as I pondered its meaning.

Now, as I question the same as King Shlomo,
it has become a prayer from my soul.
One day I know it will be what it was always meant as:
a song of praise for my missing half.

When will I find the one that the song portrays?
Am I even looking in the right direction?
Will it be a rough road, or one freshly paved?
Who will be my better half; my pearl of an Aishes Chayil?

I think I know what I am looking for,
yet, I pray that I'm correct in what I want.
I whisper that I just want what is the best for me,
as my eyes open and watch the flames carry my prayer within their dance.

I then smile and prepare for Kiddush,
content in my prayer's success.
I soak in all that I am thankful for,
and look forward to a week of beauty.

I know now that I have done all that I can,
it is in the hands of the Holy One.
Yes, for now it is just a prayer,
But I know that one day it will be much more.