Jerusalem
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Najwa Farah, a Palestinian woman now living in Canada, remembers Jerusalem

Why is it after so many years
Many eventful years
That one day is singled out?
For nothing happened then

It was a Sunday afternoon,
A wind blew
And the beloved trees of Jerusalem
Swayed and bent,
Their dark foliage engulfed me with joy mysterious;
Ancient trees that stood for many years
By a hospital, an embassy, a church, a mosque,
There was something about them profound, an essence

Those Jerusalem trees,
Did the winds tell about their birthplace, their journeys
Over rocky mountains and deep scented valleys?
Many winds had visited those trees
Yet this is where they want to linger, to stay,
To rest and belong

And why is it after so many years,
My soul journeys to that Sunday in Jerusalem,
And all becomes so vivid, so inexplicable,
Taking me over?
Is this eternity unraveled?
Is this where spirit resides?