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The very stone of Her body<br />
Is the answer to Her self-distress.<br />
She offers as gifts<br />
Her warmth,<br />
Her strength,<br />
Her maternal instinct.<br />
And we, like children, grow and leave Her;<br />
Carrying a spark of Her<br />
In our hearts<br />
In our minds<br />
In our memories<br />
She reaches out Her hand<br />
I And in it<br />
I I see scores of generations like the granules of sand<br />
So many weekends I ran to the Kibbutz;<br />
] The palmellos,<br />
I The volunteers,<br />
The busride,<br />
Anxious for Shabbes to end.<br />
How often did I walk the beaches of Tel Aviv<br />
trying to find the Jerusalem within me?<br />
The conflicts,<br />
The personalities,<br />
The inner peace,<br />
The East and West combined.<br />
Somewhere buried deep inside Her<br />
Her history,<br />
Her people,<br />
Swept together with a Godsent wind.<br />
Are the hands held as a gentle benediction<br />
Or a desperate plea for return?<br />
And so I leave with her blessing<br />
And the promise of reunion.<br />
You See the Stone in Jerusalem<br />
You see the stone in Jerusalem,<br />
Through eyes of stone you see Jerusalem,<br />
Was it an Arab’s face you just met?<br />
You hear the stone in Jerusalem,<br />
With ears of stone you hear Jerusalem,<br />
You hear clatter in Sabbath footsteps.<br />
You feel the stone in Jerusalem,<br />
With a heart of stone you feel Jerusalem,<br />
You feel only lives of blood and sweat.<br />
You turn from the eyes you’ve just met,<br />
You ignore the laughter of children in the footsteps,<br />
You mock the love that has made these lives wet.<br />
You see only stone, and I see Jerusalem.<br />
Sarah Baker<br />
Kenny Golde
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