Kosher Kroger: Toco Hills Blessings

Lyrics

[Intro]
LaVista Road breathes out.
The afternoon sun slants across the Toco Hill parking lot.
Another Friday.

[Verse 1]
Carts move with a purpose.
A quiet hum before the quiet comes.
Two challahs under a plastic dome, the braids still warm.
A checklist for the Sabbath table.
The wine, the candles, the sweetness for the week ahead.
Every cart, a small boat sailing toward a harbor of peace.

[Chorus]
They don't call it by the name on the sign.
The sign is for the mapmakers.
For us, it's the Kosher Kroger.
A blessing whispered in the dairy aisle.
A promise kept at the deli counter.
A home with automatic doors.

[Verse 2]
A thousand tiny symbols, a thousand little stamps.
The hechsher on the pickles, the OU on the box.
And Golda asks about the grandkids by the gefilte fish.
And David says hello, he hasn't seen you since the High Holidays.
This is the parliament of the pantry.
The council of the cart.

[Chorus]
They don't call it by the name on the sign.
The sign is for the corporation.
For us, it's the Kosher Kroger.
A blessing whispered in the dairy aisle.
A promise kept at the deli counter.
A home with automatic doors.

[Bridge]
And then the calendar turns.
Before Passover, the whole world shifts.
The aisles grow wider overnight.
Cardboard boxes of matzah stacked like ancient bricks.
A whole new map for a single week.
Finding the familiar in the strange new shelves.
A migration, just for a moment.

[Outro]
The light fades on LaVista.
The carts are returned.
The trunk is full of blessings.
The scent of challah on your coat.
Shabbat Shalom, Toco Hills.
Shabbat Shalom.