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Jerusalem – a poem

Tortured wood
nestled in the corner
of two ancient lanes,
Via Dolorosa,
the way of pain and sorrow,
no gawkers
in this dawn light,
only hushed voices
and echoing footsteps
stepping lightly
in this hallowed place. 


Words and photos  by Helen Wilderspin 

Posted in Reflections

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