Nineteen years this city was divided –
The lifetime of a young man who
might have fallen in the War.
I long for the serenity and for the old longing
Crazy people would cross through the fence that divided it,
Enemies breached it,
Lovers went up to it, testing,
Like circus acrobats who try the net
Before they dare to jump.
The patches of no-man’s land were like placid bays
Longing floated overhead in the sky
like ships whose anchors stuck deep in us, and sweetly
Ached.
Yehuda Amichai
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I'm a contemplative soul and unapologetic disciple of JESUS who doesn't have it all together. Blogging helps me to reflect and share life lessons with you. Writing is a spiritual discipline that heals and transforms me. I keep a journal too. I love exploring the physical beauty of my native Ireland esp. swimming in the sea year round. Come and soak up some vitamin Sea with me, and explore the history and heritage of magnificent EIRE.
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