|From a distance, I watch as my mother continues
To mourn the loss of her children.
Though pained at heart and broken in spirit,
She stands the epitome of the virtuous woman,
Whose vestures were formed and fashioned
In strength, honor, and holiness unto the L-RD.
How I've longed to comfort her,
To speak peace to her, yet I am so far away,
Held fast to another time, another place.
Again, I hear her groanings and muffled cries:
"How long, O' L-RD,
Before You restore my children unto me?"
"Soon", reassures my Father, Whose Voice,
A burning flame, rekindles her spirit anew.
"Soon, JERUSALEM, soon!"
|Published September 18, 1998
The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition