Pomegranate juice
A small act of love
Covered with prayers
Drenched with tears
Cajoling a friend
To carry out urgently
In the hot Jerusalem sun
A vital mission and delivery
Seeking and finding
With care and anxiety
Calling you by proxy
Mission accomplished
Have you seen the one whom my soul loves?
I will rise now and go about the city...
A soft rose petal
Timid act of love
Covered with prayers
Drenched with tears
Frail as its message
Through a mysterious code
Carrying grace and devotion
Across mighty oceans
I sought her, but found her not,
I called her, but she gave no answer...
A last act of love
Covered with prayers
Drenched with tears
Pouring one's heart
In a final attempt
To remember the story
And redeem a few moments
The deafening roar of icy silence
The clashing gong of a gate slammed shut
The throbbing echo of infinite distance
The clanging cymbal of a steely heart
Too occupied with God's language
To utter even a small 'thank you'
Into the dark, distant night
With the nine lepers she withdrew
