Today marks the 41st anniversary of the reunification of Jerusalem, the holy City in the Holy land
If you have been to Jerusalem you have never truly felt the presence of God
Its not something that I can explain in words its like what my mom used to tell me about Yiddish, there is no translation.
Thank you Hashem for allowing us to once again feel your presence in your holy city. Please prevent the politicians in the Israeli Government who do not want connect with you from giving away the gift you gave us so long ago.
The air of the mountains is as clear as wine
And the fragrance of the pine trees
Is lifted upon the evening breeze With the ringing of the bells And in the deep sleep of the tree and the stone Held captive in a dream The city which sits alone And in her heart, a wall Jerusalem of gold And of copper and of light For all of your songs I am the harp How the water cisterns have dried up The city square is empty Nobody goes up to the Temple Mount In the Old City And in the caves of the rocks Winds howl And no one goes down to the Dead Sea Upon the Jericho Road Jerusalem of gold… Although I come to sing to you today And to tie crowns upon you I am less than the youngest of your sons And the last of the sweet singers For your name singes the lips Like the kiss of the serpent If I forget thee, oh Jerusalem She is completely golden Jerusalem of gold… We have returned to the water cisterns To the marketplace and the square A shofar calls out on the Temple Mount In the Old City And in the caves in the rocks A thousand suns shine forth And again we will go down to the Dead Sea Upon the Jericho Road Jerusalem of gold…