Jerusalem, O Best Beloved, how quiet you are within the city walls.
Until the missiles came and thudded in the distance.
On this morning, last November, the streets were still quiet in the early morning. I stood in one place and watched the morning come. The light cast its long shadows as people sleepily walked towards the activities of the day.
Today it may look the same.
Though now hearts are burdened.
Another missile thuds in the distance.