righteous ideals flamed the hearts of ancient saints, I follow their footsteps My husband and I are back in the states and home once again. The flight from Tel Aviv to Frankfurt to the states was uneventful. Just the kind you want! We are exhausted from a very full two weeks of traveling, connecting, enjoying the…
Category: Travel
Bittersweet Good-Byes
I love this ancient olive tree on the grounds of the convent here on the hill of Kiriath Jearim. It reminds me of the ancient history of this place, where the Ark of the Covenant was kept for many years. I felt honored to stay here and entered into the blessing and glory of this…
haiku: the sprinkling of blood
roadside poppies dot the Land in spring, Lamb’s blood cries out from the ground
What the World Seeks Most…
On a hill nine miles north of Jerusalem and directly behind the Israeli, Arab village, Abu Gosh, stands a Catholic church called, Our Lady the Ark of the Covenant Church. It was built on the hill of Kiriath Jearim, where Abinadad held the sacred Ark of the Covenant in his house during part of the reigns of King Saul and…
Strumming Away the Airport Blues…
Our plane from Cyprus to Israel was detained for over four hours. There were a lot of Israelis on the flight; and after about three hours, this young Israeli picked up the guitar and strummed and sang the song “Piano Man,” which I hadn’t heard in years… it was delightful. Actually, he sang and played several…
haiku: sabbath peace
Art by Yoram Raanan sabbath peace settles flecks of gold, copper, and light pierce the dark of night
Where is Home?
Tiki, our Cypriot poodle, never has any trouble feeling at home… For the last 12 years, my husband and I have been in the fast lane as far as international travel. It has been a privilege, exhilirating, revealing, and exhausting at once. One year we traveled to three continents in the space of seven days. It was…
Sunset Cafe
The large room on the second floor here is the Sunset Cafe in Paphos, Cyprus. This is one of my favorite places on earth to be with my family. We usually sit outside on the veranda facing the water. My husband and I have spent many happy hours here, leisurely eating wonderful meals, watching the sun melt…
Bruised Reed
Bruised Reed Hollow face pressing desperate upon stones built by Herod. Grief lines penetrating fragile bones, tear stains etching cold outlines. Bruise reed, shivering upon the wall, cast your wound into the sea’s deepest part, salve in its forgiving depths. Justice slept in your seed and awoke to plane the unequal surface level.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 