In Judea

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I was running away from one Abraham to another

But he
he was a sight to see
as if bargaining for his life
as he asked
to pass

and slowly
yet surely
waiting at the gates
wailing at the gates
someone else's longing
became mine
yet again

in perpetual resistance
in perpetual surrender
we set offf
yet again
on Via Dolorosa.