Jerusalem Sunsets filled with speckles of pink and gold
Shoving my way through the Shuk to buy food for shabbos kodesh
Dividing up my Friday Tzedakah on my way home from town
The bagel man at Jaffa Gate
Dark Rooms lit by fire and filled with the quiet humm of zemirot
Breslovers moshing at HaTachana HaMerkazit
Alleyways in the old city… yearning to hold hands
The pat on the back from an old chassidish women women while crying into the kotel
The rooftop of Aish and love poems
When I am asked of proof of GD I want to show anyone my soul in Jerusalem
Every 6ft is a mitzvah
Old limestone seeping into my bones and finding the cracks in my neshama
If I forget you oh Jerusalem
I forget Emunah: Faith
Ohr Ein Sof
Jerusalem and the creator
Are unending light
The happy marriage of Aish and Ohr
And how can a soul be unfulfilled in a city full of light and fire
By Olivia Sher
A Short Love Letter To The Depths of My Soul
A Short Love Letter To The Depths of My Soul
A Short Love Letter To The Depths of My Soul
Jerusalem Sunsets filled with speckles of pink and gold
Shoving my way through the Shuk to buy food for shabbos kodesh
Dividing up my Friday Tzedakah on my way home from town
The bagel man at Jaffa Gate
Dark Rooms lit by fire and filled with the quiet humm of zemirot
Breslovers moshing at HaTachana HaMerkazit
Alleyways in the old city… yearning to hold hands
The pat on the back from an old chassidish women women while crying into the kotel
The rooftop of Aish and love poems
When I am asked of proof of GD I want to show anyone my soul in Jerusalem
Every 6ft is a mitzvah
Old limestone seeping into my bones and finding the cracks in my neshama
If I forget you oh Jerusalem
I forget Emunah: Faith
Ohr Ein Sof
Jerusalem and the creator
Are unending light
The happy marriage of Aish and Ohr
And how can a soul be unfulfilled in a city full of light and fire
By Olivia Sher