To you, Jerusalem

it isn’t just that the sounds

of you

thrill me so

the midnight music

of you

humming velvet

the satin calm

of your morning song

brushing misty

against my waiting window

it’s just that

it’s so right

to be loving you so

About the Author
Sandra Schachter made aliya from Canada in 1968 and lived in Jerusalem for 33 years, where she was a freelance writer and editor, contributing articles and poetry to various publications around the world. She now resides in Montreal.
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