Israel

Israel - a poem by A.T.




Ask me where my heart is
And I’ll tell you it’s in a faraway land
In the holy land of Israel
Where the mountains peak
The valleys dip
The eagles soar
And cattles rear
The grass green and luscious
The plantations fertile
The men strong
The women beautiful
The culture a rare blend

A priceless treasure

Where in the world is the Promised Land
A land flowing with milk and honey
In the holy land of Israel
Where my heart is

There’s no denying
That my heart’s lost to the Holy land
Each day away from her makes me pine even more
For her beauty, her grace, her peace
When will I set foot on her soil again