This poem was written by Cate back in Jerusalem, immediately after emerging from the Western Wall Tunnel (Sunday 4/22/07):
Yerushalayim
The sacred is everywhere and it is nowhere.
Cameras click, guns are silent.
What is holy when the holiness
is surrounded by everyone else's holy and
the vendors sell the crucifix next to the Kippot.
Good deals on both.
The muslim prayers resound by the
Second Station of the Cross
while armed men watch a veiled woman walk by
just before a cross is paraded along the Via Delorosa.
No one cries.
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