A Not so Ordinary Check-Point…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land

A Not so Ordinary Check-Point…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land

There they stood
outside its gates.

A check-point—
but, how could one call it ordinary?

I suppose
here—in THIS place—
it has become Ordinary.
Or, perhaps NOT.

I gazed
bewildered.
Suddenly
a little boy
of seven or eight
made his way up the hill                                           
toward the check-point.

Suddenly, he froze—
fear ‘captured’ his body and terror was in
his eyes.
He raised his hands
settling his frightened soul.

What ‘held’ him
‘outside’ the gates—
Two armed uniformed officers
machine guns in hand
fingers ALWAYS held on
the trigger.

I gasped
holding my breath.
I longed to wrap my arms around
the child—
I wished ONLY to cover his
eyes…
but, you cannot pretend
what is VERY real
does not exist.

The little boy made his way—I wept.

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A Not so Ordinary Check-Point…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land — 2 Comments

    • We are ALL Witnesses…our conscious actions often unknown(or unfold) once our heart is torn open—
      Life Transformed…we can NEVER go back to SEEING ordinarily!

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