Ode to Jerusalem

Having traveled to many beautiful cities of the world, I have to say that there is none that equals Jerusalem. The limestone of each building creates a hue as the sun reflects from its ancient stones. The hills and wadi's leading to each neighbhorhood are picturesque and hold their own uniqueness. Everytime I climb the hills and make my way up to Jerusalem, songs erupt within me as I view the landscape, anticipating the next turn that leads to my home.

But the people of every city creates the atmosphere, and this is certainly true of Jerusalem. I love to be wherever the people are, and I actually enjoy the crush of people, shopping in the open market, going to the mall just hours before a major Jewish holiday begins with the hustle and bustle of preparations.

Jerusalem Day afforded an opportunity to view the kaliedescope that is the City of Jerusalem. Tens of thousands of Israeli citizens from all over the country and tourists from many nations converged within the city center, parading in their units and specialty groups. But the most anticipated portion of the parade are the youth of this nation raising high the flag of Israel, the standard of King David.

The crowds of Jerusalemites and visitors then make their way through the Old City Gates, dancing and singing, a boistrous celebration as they make their way to the very heart of every Jew, the Western Wall.

I love the songs of Zion. For me they are reminders of the God of Israel who declared to King Solomon long ago after he built the Temple, "I have chosen and consecrated this temple so that my Name may be there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there."

This is my ode to Jerusalem, the City of our God...and to all of her inhabitants that love her.