From Jerusalem to the Dead Sea
My heart heavy as the unheard prayers

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It
Carried me
The way the water
Of the Dead Sea holds
My body now
:
Floating on its dead eye-god-ness

What’s beneath it is mystery :

About this body of flesh
There is no mystery when
The soul finally takes its flight 

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From Jerusalem to the Dead Sea
I swim in the broken songs
Of the pilgrims :
Unidentified by time
Undifferentiated in names 

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Where is my “God?”
If I don’t have one
Then why pain is so real
Love so profound?

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . )

 
From Jerusalem to the Dead Sea
In dreams and my waken hours
I yet have to learn to be found
To be sound --- even
In the loveless ocean
Of the dead
Words

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Z.Z./2006