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I Walk Another Day

  • Geoffrey Clarfield
  • 5 days ago
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Ein Kerem


December 16, 2025


I walk the streets

This ancient town

Terraced homes

Cobbled roads

All connected

None alone

When winter’s rains

Come tumbling down


Shops all shuttered

Doors shut tight

I recall the tune of evening prayers

Psalms of David

Beside lite rail

I wake the cats

Who own the night


I heard the younger children laugh

They have no need of smarter phones

At night in mother’s, father’s home

I took the well worn

Limestone path


You turn one way

Then you turn round

To find you are in center town

The stairs here lead you everywhere

Like snakes and ladders

At a village fair


Which flute did he play alone?

Which stones did he pry from the sand?

When Philistines did plague the land

Will we ever know?

I hope we can

What other shepherds followed ancient paths?

When David faced Goliath’s wrath


I eat and drink

I sleep I rise

I write I sing

I close my eyes

The Angels have not had their say

I wake

I walk another day


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