by Eva
Hear, ye sacred relics of old,
Ye treasured stones gleaned from
Jerusalem's Temple Mount!
Spiritually upon bent and
Bleeding backs,
You were borne into exile,
Where prayer was made and
Torah not forgotten.
Though marred, cold, and silent,
You've withstood the test of time,
Reminding each rising and
Passing generation,
Whose life's blood is found
Absorbed in you:
"Leshana Haba B' Yerushalayim!" 
("Next Year in Jerusalem!")
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Published February 10, 2000
The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition
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