O Pilgrim, seek Me not
In the desert places
The ruined hills
The crumbling walls
Of ancient wailing
I am gone from
The city of violence
The streets of fear
The houses of anger
And sorrow
Look, look here!
O Pilgrim
On the Path of Love
Here is the City of David
The Temple of Solomon
Where the seeker dwells
I am
The soul’s delight
Jerusalem
Of the heart
– Irving Karchmar, ©1997
Darvish 
Mathew5 [2] And he ( Jesus) opened his mouth, and taught them ,sayiing,
[8] Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. [9] Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
What a wonderful and insightful ending to your poem, for Jerusalem means City of Peace in the Hebrew language.
What wonderful poetry you write Irving.
Thank you so much for your kindness and always inspiring words, dear brother Josef :)
Salam Irving, I find this poem very moving. I discovered the Jerusalem of the heart and haven’t been quite the same since. I discovered it while I was in the earthly Jerusalem praying with fellow Sufis, Jews and Muslims and, the day before I left, praying under the rock in the Dome of the Rock. Baruch Hashem! Alhamdulillah!
2 Corinthians 7:10 For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.
My prayer for readers of Irving’s blog is that they come to understand that godly sorrow is a precious gift of God. Truly godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation.
Now as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it, (Luke 19:4)
We are often touched when others cry –the tears of a child or of a grieving mother or wife. But, when a man of strength, power, and conviction cries, we know we are in the presence of deep emotion. Why did Jesus weep?
Jesus must feel the same way toward societies like ours. His word is found in almost every home in America and England but it is virtually ignored.
Friends, may the giver of life bless you with a keen interest for the words of Jesus.