There to Stay

Fingertips slowly type:

“Visiting Jerusalem tomorrow night.”

Thoughts whisper weird things;

Most of them make no sense.


The lights went out and the room got chilly,

I shivered a little, thought more:

Tomorrow night..

How is it going to be?

Will the path be as my grandma portrayed it,

As my grandpa once described it?


Long ..

Very long..

Every step will take years to make,

Every laugh will take years to echo

Because of the walls,

Because of the people,

Because of the buildings



It will be there soon enough.


El Masjed will feel our presence

As it shall linger.

It will feel our breaths,

It will hear our hearts,

It will feel our hands as we tickle it

With the same tips of fingers we used:

“Visiting Jerusalem tomorrow night.”


I thought Jerusalem knows how to treat guests

I assumed it was going to be a wonderful visit

I have always wanted to visit Jerusalem.


“Aye, there’s the rub.”


It repelled me and everyone else with me

“Visitors,” said she,


Perplexed, shocked:

Jerusalem could speak?


“Is this your  ambition?

To visit Jerusalem?

To be guests at your own house?

To take luggage for a day only? “


Shameful, scared, speechless, powerless

Haven’t we ever said,

“I am moving to Jerusalem tomorrow night” ?

Where we shall have

” One short sleep past” until

“We wake eternally.”




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