Freedom Writers For Anne Frank 'jerusalem' Poem by Freedom Writers

The rain in jerusalem
Descends not from the clouds
It's not the water you drink
Nor the air you breathe
It's not the being you know
It's beyond the sense you have
And beyond the such beyond
It's made of all the souls
Of all the maids in heavens
It's made of all the passion
Of all the psalms of angels
It's the source of the lives
When none but the saints alive
It's the start you've to get
When the end gets to start
It's the love transcending above
All the halves and less of love
It's the peace the love's to dress
And the lights the peace reflects
Rainbows of such a rain indeed
Are not of tones nor of colours
Yet the angels do sing the psalms
And the heavens conceal the dust
From just a single drop of it
One thousand one million
And infinity
Of gardens utopias
And heavens
Are born once the olive
Becomes
Green hearts