And I left my kibbutz in song- of the familiar of the journey of the moment- a dance of limber and stride....

Blind fast pace to the church already a quickly familiar route‎

And I arrive at the stone, I humble and weep I weep my own tears of salvation 

And the day has completely altered- 

I side my back and sit against the wall of the church- the sun blinding my sight- hundreds of people's coming and going- 

Jerusalem-

Old city‎

‎Kmg2019