The poppies are gorgeous in Jerusalem now.
Yesterday was such a great day for us–very relaxing. We took time to walk through the Germany Colony, take photos, explore shops and restaurants, and sit in an Internet cafe for a few hours. Wayne had a frappacino and I had a fresh carrot, apple, and ginger juice.
I am having plenty of opportunity to brush up on my Hebrew–which is right now more than little rusty. But if I stayed here for a few months I would find my “language” legs again, I am sure.
In Hebrew, pansies are called “amnon vetamar.” They are named for the biblical characters “Amnon and Tamar” because the flowers look like faces. And it is true.
The yellow poppies are so sunny and warm…
Of course, the flowering rosemary grows profusely…
On our walk back to the hotel, I came across this painted heart on an old Jerusalem stone. And I thought I couldn’t agree more. I “heart” Jerusalem. There is something so divine about this place–so sanctified. This is a city with rich history, bloodshed, prophetic significance, peace, war, and injustice. Many stories of sadness and joy are locked within her stones.
And I believe that one day her eternal calling of glory and beauty will trump all the tragedy.
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
if I fail to remember you,
if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.