Every Letter Has A Soul, A Story

During a recent visit to the Western Wall, I took a moment to step back and really appreciate what this wall means and represents for so many of us. With all the recent controversy and negativity surrounding the wall, I thought I would share a poem a wrote after my visit.

A photo taken during my recent trip to the Western Wall.

The pen leaves it’s mark on me.
As a mother bares her soul for only GD and I to see.

Tears streaming down her face.
Through me, she passionately pleads her case.

She cries for a brighter tomorrow.
She begs for an end to her sorrow.

I soon realize what she’s asking for.
The blessing of children, she wants nothing more.

I know that it’s on my shoulders now.
I am her messenger and I must deliver. Someway. Somehow.

She carefully folds me up into a tiny ball.
She gracefully makes her way to the holiest wall.

She holds me tightly in her hand.
Yet her touch is as gentle as the sand.

She whispers a prayer that I can hardly hear.
In this moment, even I shed a tear.

She rubs me against the wall.
She looks for a place for me from where I can’t fall.

Now it is time for us to part.
I promise dear, you will always be close to my heart.

I will take your tears to the highest throne.
I will plead on your behalf like you are my own.

Never lose faith in the one above.
Keep showering the world with your unfiltered love.

In nine months time, when you’re wishes come true.
I will be right here celebrating with you.

I may appear to be just a letter,
but for millions I am a tool for a future that is better.