A keresés eredménye

The Wailing wall

Losing sense of time and reality of space
I forget whether I even exist and where I stand...
Excitement, akin to a mystical trance,
one cannot help but feel at the gates of the Holy Land.
 
I’ve seen by the fate tormented people who falter,
From the distant lands driven by grief,
They carried entreaties as if to the miraculous altar,
Bringing last pleas to the cracks in the Wall, seeking relief.
 
And wailed the Wall with the tears at dawn,
Having absorbed dreams, doubts, and fear.
Bird of passage mailman, the hot-winged Wind
In his tender arms, to God would carry their appeal.
 
And I touched the rough stone of the Temple,
Catching under the ancient laying’s pulse as the psalm.
Here, sufferers as if balsam seek salvation
So the soul would fill with peace and calm.
 
The air was red-hot, and the heat has tired out morning.
Under the olive pit was ripening juice of the sun.
Under the eternal blue with the pearl-like shading,
Having survived it all, stands Holy Jerusalem.