by Eva
I stood upon your rampart walls
Etched with scars of time,
And joined those ancient voices
Who'd left their trace behind.
For love of G-D, no breach was made;
Each link in chain stood fast.
Each watchful eye, in Spirit's quest,
Stood guard unto the last.
Here, no distance can be measured.
Satanic foes are stemmed,
As echoes of voices throughout
All generations
Pray peace o'er Jerusalem.
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Published October 26, 1999
The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition
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