Transliterated, the title of this post reads “Avir harim tsalul ka’yayin…” These are the opening words of Naomi Shemer’s song, Jerusalem of Gold. As soon as I hear that refrain, I immediately start to mist up. What can I say, I’m a softie that way. Last Tuesday, I accompanied a friend to the Kotel who wanted to go and say a prayer for a sick relative. Having no shortage of sick people in my life who needed prayers, the decision was a no-brainer. Also, I live within walking distance of the Kotel and I should go because… I can!
It was late and the mountain air was indeed clear as wine (just like the song!). Crispy cold too. The Kotel Plaza was deliciously deserted – even the small women’s section had available wall space. I went and davened Ma’ariv (evening prayers) with a small group at the wall and then I communed with the Shekhina and sent good wishes to all my loved ones and friends. It was a sublime experience and I felt bad for those who are too far away to share this with me.
Yet as I come today to sing to you, and to adorn you with crowns
I am not as worthy as your youngest child, or as the last of the poets
For your name will scorch my lips like a seraph’s kiss
if I forget thee, Jerusalem, golden in your entirety.
Sometimes, everything is just perfect. I hope to see you all here. Soon.