Israel has so many places that is steep in history. One of them is this Church on the hill. I believe it’s Baha’i. We stopped by to take pictures and to admire the beauty of this place.
I went up the hill to visit the old man who lives there.
“It’s been a long time,” he said, “Since I’ve seen you.”
“Yes,” I said, “I know. But I’d not forgot you.”
Then, in welcome, he sang to me.
But what I had remembered as a youthful voice
full of vigor and fit for forever was turned now into a croak,
a rasp, a sad affair of the heart.
When he dies, I thought, a little of me will die with him.
“These bones go deep,” he said with an effort
as he stood there proud yet, “How can you forgive yourself?”
I thought about that as I kissed him goodnight
and laid him down to rest, up there on that hill.
“In nomine Patris,” I said gently, “In nomine Patris.”
The poem is written by Book of Pain by John Etheridge. John wrote a synopsis of this poem and it’s quite touching. Thank you, John.
Breathtaking view and a solemn poem to boot. 🙂
I wish we had time to go up even inside the garden. The poem is written by a Baha’i poet. Hope you have a chance to read his synopsis.
I will try later.
your photo is striking!
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I’m glad it turned out good. Thank you.
Beautiful poem and photo. Lovely Sunday post.
Thank you and for monday and tuesday and …..
Neat shot and poem
Thank you, dd.
Great photo , and impressive church with the stairs leading up to it. Beautiful poem indeed.
John of book of pain writes beautiful poetry. I hope you had a chance to read the meaning of poem in his post. Thank you.
Thank you Seeker.
Blessings and welcome, Ken.
I love to go there, but did not have the chance yet. Good for you, Seeker.
I also like the story of this post. It has lots off meaningful thoughts. Thank you for that!
Time for you to start planning for your next trip. Thank you for reading.
I really hope to visit Israel some day. What a beautiful photo.
Please do and bring your camel, MRI. It will come in handy. 😛