O Jerusalem
A poem
By MAX BERGER
Founder, Editor-in-Chief
29 October 2024
“Where can I find
you, Jerusalem? In
my dreams, along
the margins of my
prayer book when
I face the East in
the dawn? I throw
on my tallit and
kiss the fringes
while thinking of
you, O Jerusalem.
O Jerusalem,
My eye looks
toward you; My
soul yearns for
your embrace.
Are we going
to the House of
the Lord?
to the House of
the Lord?
I carry Him
on
my shoulders as
I weep and
remember Zion.”
my shoulders as
I weep and
remember Zion.”
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