The Kotel

Through the gates of yesterday my steps are called
by a voice as familiar as my own

To discover a place and time
where the prayers of my ancestors
dances with my own footsteps

A place where my soul already knows the way

There my forehead rests upon the cool, smooth stone
as my colorful tallit dances brightly in the morning breeze

I close my eyes as pictures play out in my mind

The steps

The path
that have mysteriously brought me here

Murals painted upon my life in hues of past and present
blend together into colors unexplainable
along the gallery that lines my heart

Where a tapestry of captured moments
weaves strands of understanding
into blankets of ancient stone
warming this wailing wall

Those who have died
and all yet to breath
fuse themselves alongside we the living

It is here that tears invite laughter
to share a waltz of silent psalm

I search within for the ancient mortar
that binds our land still together

And it is in raised prayer

I offer the words of my soul

Laid at prayer’s lasting foundation

What once was our temple is still our home
whose open doors remain inviting now as then

As sunlight casts its healing rays upon the hearts of Israel

Where you and I are at last reborn

Rabbi Tad Berga

(Rabbi Tad Berga is a published writer and poet who holds an MA from the University of Oxford, England, the MTS from Duke, and his rabbinical ordination from the Rabbinical Seminary. He is a board certified chaplain and bereavement counselor who currently serves Seasons Hospice in Pinellas, Florida.)
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