A Blizzard In King David's City
Looking out of my hotel window
I see a blanket of white
as snow comes down from the sky
The Holy City of King David
grinds to a halt
Winds are blowing as
Shabbat comes in
The city reels from the bad weather
Yet I take comfort in the fact
that I have made it to Jerusalem
The holy city of the
Abrahamic faiths
I hope to see more of this ageless city
before I head home to the fabled Lower East Side
where I make my home
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2013
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