Tonight I blew out the candles,
but I didn’t make a wish. No time
to think of one. What on earth am I
supposed to wish for anyway? Health
or fame or a long life doing
exactly what I want? If I made
a running list of all my wishes,
it would be too long, I’m afraid.
My wish, I guess, is to end all wishes.
I wish to make everything
as it should be. I wish the ultimate wish–
I wish for shalom.