07/02/2024
O Jerusalem, where street musicians play the soundtrack to your day.
O Jerusalem, where young Arab women speak Arabic on the light rail, while a Haredi man sits behind them praying.
O Jerusalem, of ancient maps and modern arches.
O Jerusalem, with streets roofed with art and walled with paintings and street art all its own.
O Jerusalem, of traffic that makes no sense, well because the roads are covering thousands of years of history.
O Jerusalem, where the market is a meeting of the minds and not just a meeting over coffee or lunch.
"If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill. Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not." -Psalms 137:5-6