Jerusalem,
When I walk your streets,
A smile comes to my face
Life surges from my soul
When I inhale your air
I feel comfort and peace
When I open up to your rhythm
I feel life
I feel life's energy crescendo within me
When I look at your people, my people
I feel at home
I feel I'm with family,
I feel understood
My unrestricted self comes out and shines.
Jerusalem
Your nights and days are so rich,
So rich,
I get drunk just walking your streets,
Or breathing your air,
Jerusalem,
I'm privileged
Privileged to interact with the deep and special people you so humbly bare.
Jerusalem,
You demand one to live,
You demand one to embrace the intensity and depth of life
Jerusalem,
We hear you say,
live life in the front seat,
We hear you say,
I'm not just a city,
A city that helps you pass a day or year
I'm a city who throws the full depth of life at you
I'm a city waiting,
Waiting for you
To be big enough to embrace, all my depth, beauty and complexity.
Jerusalem,
The thought of leaving you
Saddens me to my core
Leaving you for a few weeks, hours or days
Frightens me
Sacares me
Even when I'm in the comfort of your walls
I fear life might beckon me away
I wonder,
Elsewhere
Will I be able to hold onto your level of being?
Your level of living?
Elsewhere
Will I feel so alive?
So on track?
Jerusalem,
There are cities that boast,
Cleaner streets,
and cheeper homes,
My love for you though,
Runs deeper than the size of your malls
Or the modernity of your homes
I love you for your richness and depth
I love you because you've taught me
What it means to live,
What it means to feel alive.
Every day I breath your air,
Or walk your streets
I'm grateful for the surge of life that you instill in me,
For the depth of interaction
For Your beauty,
The beauty which lies behind the truth of your being
And not the glitter behind deceiving.
