Wow! I downloaded the "Virtual Kotel" from the JerusalemPost.com. I just get the cheezy free version (cause I b broke:+D) but it is just so amazing! It is exacetly (sic) midnight here and here I sit glued to a wall so far away from my reality it makes me want to cry.
There is a man whom the camera is currently zoomed in on. He is fascinating to me. Does he comprehend the value of his presence at that place. He is standing to the left of a niche in the wall with some sort of small white "structure" inside. I long to ask him; "what is that?" I want to invite him to sit with me in the chairs behind him and ask him; what it is like to be Jewish? and be home? Home?..... this is a hurtful topic...I am as of tomorrow, well today seeing as how it is past tomorrow now, most possibly homeless...well houseless anyway...my landlords have likely sold my little tiny place and...
Anyhow, What is it like for him to be standing next to the home of his faith, in the center of the universe, touching stones that link him to his spiritual past, present, and future? Standing there in his blue striped white tallit a moment in an eternity of G-ds presence. Does he grasp even for a micro-second the import of his actions he lays his hand against the wall "The Wall?" does the rock feel like rock, is it cold and lifeless? is it something more? I beg him from thousands upon thousands of miles away...but it is day there...and it is night here and i am left unanswered. I must be contented for now with a glimpse. A stolen jealous almost gentile glimpse...and he is gone? My curse for him is that he forever remember and feel those stones against his hand...may he always long for them and look towards the day when stone is again laid on stone, word upon word, light upon light, G-d resides again and all is set again to right.
There is a man whom the camera is currently zoomed in on. He is fascinating to me. Does he comprehend the value of his presence at that place. He is standing to the left of a niche in the wall with some sort of small white "structure" inside. I long to ask him; "what is that?" I want to invite him to sit with me in the chairs behind him and ask him; what it is like to be Jewish? and be home? Home?..... this is a hurtful topic...I am as of tomorrow, well today seeing as how it is past tomorrow now, most possibly homeless...well houseless anyway...my landlords have likely sold my little tiny place and...
Anyhow, What is it like for him to be standing next to the home of his faith, in the center of the universe, touching stones that link him to his spiritual past, present, and future? Standing there in his blue striped white tallit a moment in an eternity of G-ds presence. Does he grasp even for a micro-second the import of his actions he lays his hand against the wall "The Wall?" does the rock feel like rock, is it cold and lifeless? is it something more? I beg him from thousands upon thousands of miles away...but it is day there...and it is night here and i am left unanswered. I must be contented for now with a glimpse. A stolen jealous almost gentile glimpse...and he is gone? My curse for him is that he forever remember and feel those stones against his hand...may he always long for them and look towards the day when stone is again laid on stone, word upon word, light upon light, G-d resides again and all is set again to right.
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