Jerusalem

Father frowning

Daughter drowning

He held her near

Eyes closed

A life disposed

Nothing said

All thoughts in his head

Private

Imprisoned

Burning

Churning

All chaos within

Graveyard bound

No sense to be found

All emotions had drowned

A daughter once merry

Must now bury

Oldest child

Mild

Mannered

Kind

And true

So so shy

An early goodbye

Painted with a different hue

Blue

Always blue

And in his heart he knew

Girl broken

Never to be awoken

Some small token

Quick plans laid out

A trip to be made

To begin

To find peace within

With son and his new wife in tow

Only one place to go

To Jerusalem bound

Once sturdy and sound

Now slowly he walked

Through hallowed shaded streets

The way of the cross

His walk did make

And it was there he did break

And out if all came

Then all three of us to the wall

Where Jews and Muslims and Christians all

Stand tall

And on that hallowed ground

Is where his peace was found

To give witness profound

And now they’re both long gone

My wife and my father

As has the sun that once shone

Waylaid and strayed

Tired and mired

Battle weary and dreary

Thoughts drift back to that time long ago

For this life that is now staid

It’s time for a trip to be made

To begin

To find peace within

At that holy wall