Mountain air, clear as wineShortly before the Six Day War of 1967 an amateur singer performed [YT] an elegy for the then-divided city of Jerusalem "locked in a dream ... with a wall in its heart".
And the scent of pines
Brought by the twilight breeze
With the sound of bells
My God, My God, I pray that these things never end,posted by Joe in Australia at 6:30 AM on May 21, 2009 [1 favorite]
The sand and the sea,
The rustle of the waters,
Lightning of the Heavens,
The prayer of Man.
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