The Western Wall
“Everywhere I look, I see something holy.” Terry Pratchett
We visited the Wall on our first day in Jerusalem. It is the Western Wall of the Second Temple that survived the destruction by the Romans, making it the most sacred construction for the Jewish people.The Wall is the closest place to where Jews believe the presence of God resides on earth.
Our guide Dvir, takes us to the viewing point on the roof of the Aish HaTorah building. I had seen the view before.
You can see the entire Western Wall, as well as the Temple Mount with the golden Dome of the Rock and Al-Aqsa Mosque.
I looked down awestruck at the presence of history.
Dvir takes us to a private chapel in Aish Hatorah where we are left with our thoughts to write our prayers for the wall. That was incredible. I spent a long time composing each person’s prayer.
We walk through security and metal detectors and go our own ways to the wall.
Dress modestly.There is a separate side for men and women.
I find a place against the crowded wall and put my hand on it. I can feel the humans who have been there before me. Women are praying, rocking, bobbing, reading and chanting close to the wall.
The woman next to me is praying and sobbing uncontrollably. I try not to pay attention. She says something to me in Hebrew that I don’t understand. She asks me for a tissue in English. I had left my purse with Dvir and I never have tissues. I reach in my pocket and there is one thing – a tissue. I give it to her and now she is holding on to me and praying. I am forced into the present. Old and new come together.
As is the custom, I have quite a few prayers to put in the wall. Papers are stuffed and folded in every reachable crack.
The flecks of blue, yellow, and peach post-it notes, white paper with red, blue and black pen, scraps of graph paper and lined paper are all rolled into balls, wadded, curled, folded, and stuffed together in-between the rocks pressed in place by thousands of hands. I find a perfect place for each of them.
It’s hard to focus on prayer or a spiritual moment. There are so many women praying. Kids are running around.
A troop of Israeli soldiers are dancing and singing loudly.
Tourists are photographing, talking loudly and taking selfies. It is hard to feel the past.
But then I realize that women have prayed here with children running around for thousands of years just like this without the cell phone photos. I understand at that moment that I am as much a part of the history of the wall as the stones are. I feel incredible amazement at this connection.
Special thanks to Dvir Hollander, for his knowledge, insight, humor, non judgmental world view and kindness. If you are going to Jerusalem, I highly recommend hiring him – not just for the food, but for how much you will learn and experience. He has the unique ability to figure out just what you want to do and then he casually adds in what he feels you are missing. The trip was perfect. Contact him at Hollander2000@gmail.com.
Such an AWESOME trip and Experience!!! I have so much family there now for the anniversary!! I didn’t go, too far away to be from my mom. Im home.
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Fabulous series of photos ~ along with your insights, it makes the magic of this place come out. Wonderful post, Jayne.
Thanks so much. It always feels good when someone who’s work you admire likes yours.