After Nehemiah 1:1-11
Scattered
across geographies
and
boundaries, moved
beyond
rivers and seas,
the
exiles wander in memory
of
a reality lost, forced and torn
away.
The memory is of stones
and
flowers, of winding ways
and
streets, alleys filled with
the
shouts of merchants and priests,
children
calling out their games,
of
sounds of horses and cows herded
with
the sheep, and the quiet of houses,
homes
behind walls.
It
is all a memory now,
waiting
to become a hope.
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