Cracks in the Wall

CRACKS IN THE WALL

Cracks in the wall,

There by design,

Prayers on plain paper

One of them mine

Rabbis are chanting,

Torah held high,

Sunlight is fading,

In the blue sky.

Guards are watching,

Passing the time,

Nodding acquaintance

With the sublime.

Herod’s temple,

All that remains

Limestone platform,

Withstands the strain,

Mosque’s gold dome

Shines in the light,

Whose God is honored

By what’s in sight?

Prayers of the righteous

Meant to be heard,

But the papers are silent,

Say not a word.

“We want messiah”

Yeshiva boy cries,

The irony is thick,

And darkens the skies

Christians with kepas

Stand by the shrine,

Praying to Jesus,

As someone divine.

The wailing wall,

Heard Jesus’ lament

That he would have gathered,

If  Zion would repent.

Cracks in the wall,

Filled up with our prayers,

Perhaps it is this,

Which keeps God right there

Perhaps when Messiah

Comes (once again),

Perhaps then the Spirit

Will descend through the air,

Perhaps then true monotheists

Will kneel at God’s feet,

Be filled with his Spirit,

The Father’s Son greet.

True children of Abram

Meet at the wall

And confess Trinity,

The One for us all.

Is this a dream– we three could be one?

Just as God is,

Whose plan is not done.

“Something there is

That doesn’t like a wall”

But this one unites

The One with us all.

9/11/05