In cafes, waiters pour sweet wineWhile shepherds call their flocksA golden light that transcends timeHas bested all the clocksCrosses clash with minaretsPush has come to shoveA city filled with deep regretsJerusalem needs love. The blinding sun leaps up at meReflected from white stoneAlthough I’m here all by myselfI know I’m not aloneThe weight of ancient historyHaunts me from aboveThese walls