Jerusalem 1967

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

Yehuda Amichai



Published by Jeanette Dean

I'm a life long learner. I've been on a voyage of discovery since childhood so ask why a lot. I'm Irish and a bit American. I write because its freeing and healing. I love photography, theology, the natural beauty of Ireland and swimming in the sea year round. I see the world through the lens of Celtic Christianity but can try on other perspectives. The business of everyday spirituality has always fascinated me. I hope this blog challenges, inspires and encourages you. Perhaps you'd like to work with me. Please reach out to me if that's the case. I'd love to hear from YOU so please comment and let me know you are out there!

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