Crossroads of Jerusalem

We met in Jerusalem with the view towards Mount Olive

Tasted its bitter sweet fruit and meandered over the souk

Saw the boys run free

and girls listen carefully

to the fiddler on the roof

 

We met in Jerusalem

On the sloping hills

leading from the Dome of the Rock

to the Sepulcher’s holy mass

Trespassing the Western Wall

To steal a kiss

instead of a mournful prayer

 

We met in Jerusalem

Passed through its heroic gates

Freed ourselves

of devils, jinni and pilgrims

Traced the Roman road

echoing our footsteps

in the depth’s of the cisterns

 

There, our eyes crossed

and while our faith relinquished

we renewed our human spirituality

 

-East-Jerusalem, December 2014