Jerusalem, the city asleep behind its feudal walls, pierced with loopholes,

Jerusalem, the city of gold, the city of domes and cathedrals whose steeples boldly point to the sky,

Jerusalem and its giant stones that reveal the foundations of its two ancient temples, twice destroyed,

Jerusalem and its tables of the law set in the oblong chest made of acacia wood covered with gold surmounted by two cherubs – gone forever,

Jerusalem, with its winding, narrow streets, filled with holiness fragrance, haunted in perpetuity with spirals of murmured prayers,

Jerusalem and the sound of the Shofar as a holy summon to awaken from their sleep those who pray for redemption,

Jerusalem with its golden sunsets, its hills and valleys, from which one can hear the shattering encounter of swords and shields, the haunting catapults against its walls, swapped over the years by the shrill whistle of firearms detonation,

Jerusalem, whose approach lets us discover the rusty command cars’ carcasses that once participated in its liberation,

Jerusalem, the heights chosen by King Solomon to build a temple for GOD, the closest to heaven,

Jerusalem must rally hearts to become the center where all the peoples can mingle, talk about their faith, their miracles, their friendship, their peace, and love,

Jerusalem is not just any city, holy land, or a place of prayer. It bears in its very name its destiny: JERUSALEM, IR HASHALOM – The City of PEACE.