the sound of a voice
that I heard at The Wall



   
    October 2010            
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On Returning from Israel

By Michael Druck 2010

The day is done
and I bid The Wall farewell,
and took flight
in the darkness of the night.

I saw the lights of Jerusalem
gleam through a memory of mist,
and a feeling of sadness came over me,
that my soul could not resist.

A feeling of longing and pain
that resembles sorrow
until I return again.

Please someone say something
that will help me along my way,
and bring me back to the thoughts I had,
and holiness of that day.

Read from some old rabbi,
who stuck a note in The Wall,
whose prayer gushed from his heart,
and captured it all.

He, who through a long day of Torah labor,
and a day devoid of ease,
sang an old prayer
and melody.

A song that has the power of quiet,
and brings back the pulse of G-d,
help me remember the time
of that place and then,
I will return to that place of my choice
and rhyme as a poet
with the sound of a voice
that I heard at The Wall.

I wish to return to those ancient stones
way across the sea.

I wish my tongue could utter
the thoughts that arose in me.

Hear me tell
how I kissed The Wall,
in the cracks across the sea.

And that tender grace,
on that special day,
will always be a part of me;
at The Wall.

~~~~~~~

from the October 2010 Edition of the Jewish Magazine

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