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Jerusalem of Gold

by Marty Goetz

The olive trees that stand in silence
Upon the hills of time
To hear the voices of the city
As bells of evening chime.

The shofar sounding from the Temple
To call the world to prayer
A shepherd pauses in the valley
And peace is everywhere.

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.

The water well for those who thirsted
The ancient market square
Your golden sun that lights the future
For all men everywhere

How many songs, how many stories?
These stony hills we recall
Around her heart my city carries
A lonely ancient wall

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.

My simple voice cannot acclaim thee
Too weak the words I choose
Jerusalem if I forget thee
May my right hand its cunning loose


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Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Forever new, yet forever old
My heart will sing your songs of glory, Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, O City with a heart of gold
My heart will sing your songs of glory, Jerusalem.

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JERUSALEM OF GOLD

by Naomi Shemer

As clear as wine, the wind is flying
Among the dreamy pines
As evening light is slowly dying
And a lonely bell still chimes,
So many songs, so many stories
The stony hills recall …
Around her heart my city carries
A lonely ancient wall.

Yerushalaim all of gold
Yerushalaim, bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

Alas, the dry wells and fountains,
Forgotten market-day
The sound of horn from Temple’s mountain
No longer calls to pray,
The rocky caves at night are haunted
By sounds of long ago
When we were going to the Jordan
By way of Jericho.

Yerushalaim all of gold
Yerushalaim, bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

But when I come to count your praises
And sing Hallel to you
With pretty rhymes I dare not crown you
As other poets do,
Upon my lips is always burning
Your name, so dear, so old:
If I forget Yerushalaim
Of bronze and light and gold …

Yerushalaim all of gold
Yerushalaim, bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

Back to the wells and to the fountains
Within the ancient walls
The sound of horn from Temple’s mountain
Again so loudly calls,
From rocky caves, this very morning
A thousand suns will glow
And we shall go down to the Jordan
By way of Jericho.

Yerushalaim all of gold
Yerushalaim, bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

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A girl in love asked her boyfriend:
“Tell me, who do you love most in this world?”


“You, of course!”


“In your heart, what am I to you?”


The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said,

“You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was

lonely. During his sleep, God took one of Adam’s rib and created Eve.

Every man has been searching for his missing rib. Only when you find

the woman of your life will you no longer feel the lingering ache in

your heart.”


wedded bliss
wedded bliss

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy

life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to

drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the

never-ending worries of daily problems. Their life became

mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities

of life began to gnaw away at their dreams and love for

each other.


The couple began to have more quarrels, and each quarrel

became more heated.


One day, after a quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.

At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, “You don’t love me!”

The boy hated her childishness, and out of impulse retorted,

“Maybe it was a mistake for us to be together!

You were never my missing rib!”


Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.

He regretted what he said, but words spoken are like thrown

away water — you can never take them back. With tears, she

went home to pack her things and was determined on

breaking up. Before she left the house, the girl said,
“If I’m really not your missing rib, then please let me go.”

She continued, “It is less painful this way. Let us go on

our separate ways and search for our own partners.”


painful and heart-rending break up
painful and heart-rending break up


Five years went by. He never remarried but he had tried

to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country

and came back. She had married a foreigner and divorced.

He felt anguished that she never waited for him. In the dark

and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering

ache in his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to admit that

he was missing her.


One day they finally met — at the airport — a place where

there were many reunions and good-byes. He was going

away on a business trip. She was standing there alone,

with just the security door separating them. She smiled

at him gently.


(b): “How are you?”

(g): “I’m fine. How about you. Have you
found your missing rib?”

(b): “No.”

(g): “I’ll be flying to New York on the next flight.”

(b): “I’ll be back in 2 weeks time.”

(g): “Give me a call when you get back. You know my number.

Nothing has changed.”


With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.


One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in

New York — in the event that shocked the world.


Midnight. Once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before,

he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew that

she was the missing rib that he had so carelessly broken.


*Author Unknown*


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Take away LOVE and our earth is a tomb.

Robert Browning

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the

hour of separation.

Kahlil Gibran

Breaking up is just like having the worst nightmare after

having the best dream.

Anonymous

Sometimes people say things out of moments of fury.

Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and

detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.

And even though we know that we ought to “think twice and

act wisely,” it’s often easier said than done.


Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our

control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in

our lives. Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept

what you have today.


“Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.”

Emilie Cady



Life's Journey

Life's an Intriguing Journey

Life is an uphill battle, also an intriguing journey
a sojourner on fascinating trails of soul’s tourney

Life is a repertoire of good and bad, wins and losses
no matter the circumstances humans prevails the tosses

Life is not a lavish road of personal selfish indulgence
but kindly loving acts to each and everyone in accordance

Life is questing and thirsting serendipitous surprises
all defining golden moments that one covets as prizes

Life is a series of devastating trials and tribulations
that toughens the spirit, assurance of transformations

LIFE ... Appreciate The Journey

LIFE ... Appreciate The Journey

Life is a medley of loves, some unrequited some great
which all human hearts are buoyed with destined fate

Life is much drama sporadic times of ease and leisure
some events better forgotten other moments to treasure

Life is where we feel heights of joy and depths of sorrow
where it alters our attitudes and perspectives for tomorrow

Life is like a river, meandering stream or a gushing rapid
accept whatever destiny brings, the zest together the vapid

Life is the ultimate heartbeat and pulse of every soul
stay true to yourself and to God and you’ll feel whole

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© Keziah Boey August 2007

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