The Western Wall – abandoned and left

The Western Wall – lead and blood

There are people with a heart of stone

There are stones with a human heart

 

A young girl stood close to the Western Wall

Brought her lips and chin to it

She said to me: The blowing of the ram’s horn (shofar) is strong

But the silence is stronger”

 

She said to me: “Zion the Temple Mount”

She was silent: “The reward and the right”

And what is shining on her forehead in the twilight

Is the scarlet of the kingdom

 

The Western Wall – abandoned and left

 

The paratrooper stood close to the Western Wall

From all his regiment only one

He said to me “Death has no image but it has a diameter –

Of only nine millimetres”

 

He said to me “I am not crying”

And again looked humiliated....

But my grandfather, God knows,

Is buried here, on the Mount of Olives

 

The Western Wall – abandoned and left

 

She stood wearing black close to the Western Wall

The mother of one of the infantry corps

She said to me: “The eyes of my boy are shining

And not the candles in the wall”

 

She said to me: “I am not writing

Any note to put into the crevices

Because what I gave to the Western Wall only last night

Is greater than words and writing”

 

The Western Wall – abandoned and left

 

An elderly rabbi praying

Stood close to the Western Wall with us

He said to me “Such a joy that we have all achieved this”

And again he remembered that it is not all of us

He stood with a tear gleaming

Just one amongst tens of privates

He said to me: “Under the khaki, in fact

You are all Cohens and Levites”

 

The Western Wall – abandoned and left