Trip - Part VII

I will continue with the days in Israel but...a side-bar. I was reminded of a poem that I wrote several years ago about my travels to Israel. It is dedicated to the pastors and friends that I have traveled with to the Holy Land.

We have traveled the Holy Land together many times.
In heat and cold, sun and rain.
Even in the snow!
We have traveled by plane, bus, boat, by foot.
Even by camel!
We have been from Dan to Beersheba,
From the blue Mediterranean, to the red clay of Petra.
From the bunkers cut in the Golan,
To a tomb cut in Mt. Moriah.
From the Temple Mount, to the top of Masada.
From Capernaum on the shores of the Sea of Galilee,
To En Gedi on the shores of the Dead Sea.
From Bethlehem where it all began,
To Megiddo, where it will all end.
From the Eastern Gate, to the Western Wall.
From where the waters of Mt. Hermon join the Jordan River,
To the Red Sea at Eilat.
From the horrors of the Holocaust Museum,
To the quiet place where baby Jesus was born.
We have explored the ruins of cities, synagogues, homes, prisons, steps, pools, bunkers, theaters, stables, and even an ancient boat.


We are always amazed and in wonderment, as our lives are changed with each trip. We have been truly blessed!

(The travel blog will continue with the visit in Jerusalem with my next entry.)