To Jerusalem - Opal

OPAL: Song to Jerusalem by Shira Twersky-Cassel

They call you Gold
I name you Opal,

I sing of tattered shadow and light
which consummates on nights of haloed moon,

I speak of ebony blackbird and swift
that come to roost like jewels set in opal stone.

And we shall gather tremors in sanctuary ruins
your crystal eyes to weep no more.

And once again the loyal caper-tree
will climb your Templed-Mount,
Selah.

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Shira Twersky-Cassel