after all those walks
in Bethlehem and Jerusalem
even in Horeb or
Sinai
after the sail in Galilee
and the Nile
having seen the wall and
the separated people and
the wailing of those faces
on the walls
from the faces of the young
soldiers of Israel and
the hungry Bedouin children
in St. Catherine
this i tell Elias, and also
to Anas
God is not on those stones
and the walls
God is inside the hearts of
men and women
and wherever they are
within their hearts there
God Lies.
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