Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Prayer at the Kosel



I know that if I try
I can fly away
I know that if I reach
I'll find something to hold on to
I know that if I sing
I can bring you close
I know that if I think
My mind will think of you

'Cuz every time I say goodbye
I wish I didn't have to
And every time I start to cry
It gets harder to leave you
And every time I sing your song
I long to write just for you
And every time, every time
I want to stay with you.


written last year after a trip to the holy land...

14 comments:

Floating Reflections said...

Beautiful. I feel like a wrentching whenever i get on the plane to go home. Sadly I don't get there very often. But i want to go HOME so desparately.

smb said...

beautifully expressed. I long to go to

David_on_the_Lake said...

Beautiful...brought a tear to my eye...

the dreamer said...

smile - :( i miss that place so much, it hurts.

lvn - me too

david - thanks. that was the point. it IS shivah assur bitammuz...

Scraps said...

Israel was home the first time I landed. I just have this special sense of menuchat hanefesh when I'm there--not that all my problems go away (I wish!), but there's just a little part of me that feels better just by being there.

Floating Reflections said...

Scraps I agree, it just feels so right being there and problems seem less magnified,i really feel standing at the kosel that Hashem is carrying my problems as well (as myself - but then that's my fault ;))

Shmuel said...

These poems just intensify my yearning to go back, even for a day...
Thanks, Dreamer...

the dreamer said...

scraps - same here.

smile - what's your fault? didn't quite catch that.

jewmaican - mine too...

Anonymous said...

beautiful, the feeling at that place is indescribable

Floating Reflections said...

Just meant that after going to the kosel i always felt lighter, like Hashem was helping my carry my burdens but the truth is He always is and I don't need to be carrying the weight of them like I do. I always remember the Moshel we learnt that we are like the person who gets a lift some place but insists on carying his bags and stuff when in the vehicle, saying nice enough I got a lift but I don't expect you to carry my parcels too. We too are acting the fool - Hashem is anyway carryiing us - He carries our burdens too. It is my fault that I drag myself down with them thinking I'm carrying them.

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

WOW really nice you dont know me a fellow blogger just told me to look you up and you have some really nice stuff!!! great poem makes me miss the holy land!

the dreamer said...

nuch - yeah. :)
and i'l check it out soon.

behind - ah, now i get you. beautiful, and so true.

moe - welcome. :)
makes me miss the land, too.

Bas~Melech said...

I really like this one. Very well done.