I stand at the Kotel, the Wailing Wall
I see her frozen tears and her eternal smiles
Her passing clouds with many sighs
Her pitiful laughter concerning those who wanted to destroy her but did not succeed
I read her holy books and hundreds of thousands of names
Those from Egypt, Babylon, Rome, Spain, Hungary, America and Africa
I hear the cries from Auschwitz, Buchenwald and Dachau
And the playful delight of today’s Jewish children in her courtyard
I see the auto-da-fes, the Crusades, the pogroms and the Roman torture chambers
Mothers crying about their children
Women of all ages
But also the Israeli flag with King David’s star on top of Jerusalem’s stones.
The thousands of written prayers in the curves of its walls
I encounter the crying soldier, the sobbing stone hard businessman,
The movie star, the confused politician, the housewife and the Yeshiva student
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