Dome of the Rock
Looking across the valley
as the Sun peeks
over the distant mountain tops
a shiny half-sphere of gold
tempts
as golden rays
bounce
off its surface.
“Yerushalayim shel zahav.”
Forbidden yet inviting.
All around, the Jerusalem Stone
rises higher and higher
embracing the sky
as it warms my
heart
and tells me softly,
“Welcome home.”
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