My Jerusalem ritual - by Forest Rain

...I touch the wall and feel the weight of centuries. Of my people, And our longing. Being almost there isn’t enough.

Forest Rain..
Inspiration from Zion..
01 March '17..





I have a Jerusalem ritual.
Whenever we visit, before we leave, we go to visit the Kotel.
It doesn’t matter what time of day it is. The Kotel is always there, waiting.

The Kotel. A wall so important it needs no other name, besides: “The Wall.”

Cutting through the heart of Jerusalem, she stands.
Golden and patient.

She calls, beckoning silently:
“Come to me. You belong to me. I am your past, your present, your future.
I have remembered you for centuries. I am waiting for you now.”

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