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 roads
echoing our footsteps
in the depth’s of the cisterns
There, our eyes crossed
and while our faith relinquished
we renewed our human spirituality
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person(s) of inspiration: when you share the same curiosity, a conversation is quickly filled with wonder and a feeling of inspiration, and can only leave you more grateful for the people you can meet along life’s many crossroads
place of inspiration: Jerusalem, a torn city, will it ever change?
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