Only Because
Just because
I'm in Jerusalem
I think:
Surely
it will be given me
to write words
that will make plain
the mystery.
The stones
from Kidron Valley speak;
the olive tree begs
and prays;
breezes
from the Judaean Hills
smell of the sea.
Here
the sun is Helios
more truly.
There was a word,
it grew,
it became Jerusalem.
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