
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
In the depths of the city
Where new rubs shoulders
With old,
Uncounted passes of prayers
And woven statements
Enfold,
Fates and faiths of what’s been
And may yet find
Better ways
To be told.
For Wits-End Weekend Photo Challenge: repeating patterns
Interesting contrast in textures and patterns. The poem is lovely too.
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Thank you Patti! I think that the contrast in textures and patterns is vivid in the Old City, and not only in the things sold in the market stalls but in the very textures and patterns of people, faiths, religions, histories, memories, hopes, dreams, realities, needs, pains, sorrows, prayers, paths …
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Lovely ! I enjoyed the sense of old and new being woven together.
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Thank you, Andrea. The Old City in Jerusalem had seen much old and much new as well as the ongoing struggle to define what is current and what is history and what is truth. Some of these struggles are as old as time, and in my view, none of them are as either/or as some might think …
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