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An ancient and faraway place. A land of unmatched history and endless wonder...
Faded childhood memories of a glorious city, so fascinating and mysterious; shrouded with the golden haze of eternal Promise. The center of the earth, and the navel of the nations. The birthplace of man's hope for immortality, and the wellspring of our common longing for the divine.
he once mighty city lies in ruins. The ancient high places languish in low estate. Like a royal bride stripped of her outer adornment, the terrain is naked and exposed, and covered with dark clouds of shame. The branches of fruitless trees are tossed to and fro by the unforgiving winds of time. A barren wilderness; colored with the waning expectation for the blossoming, of a once lush and bountiful land...
She is a city no longer renowned for her beauty, that she should be courted by the children of men. A city long trodden underfoot by the wicked, and woefully neglected by the passing of time. Ghostly images of foreign nations polluting her YAH-forsaken streets... A broken city, with a strained appearance of wariness, and fear of the omnipresence of new birth.
And yet, a tiny remnant of her sons and daughters from afar arise to seek the ancient pathways; and to reclaim the ruins of a distant and glorious past. The faithful children bond with the long-lost motherland, and renew the ancient promise. In the name of love and honor, they brave the hardships, face the trials and embrace the burden of pilgrimage; a path long since rejected, and forsaken by countless generations.
All at once, a faint yet unmistakable glimmer of new hope spreads across the horizon... After endless years of parched plains and naked valleys, a long dormant underground river bursts to the surface, bringing forth a new refreshing; and ushering in the long-awaited season of restoration. Expressions of great awe and humility are etched upon each face among the faithful remnant...
Suddenly, the barren trees begin to clap their hands, and the royal lilies of the field rejoice in heavenly harmony! A beacon light of hope renewed now emanates throughout the land, beckoning to the ends of the earth. And a deep, collective exhale enters the waning darkness, and fills the atmosphere. Gradually, the wealth of the nations replaces the open disgrace that grieved the holy city through the centuries!
Soon, the resurrected city of Dawïd is adorned with the holy garments of praise; and covered with the royal attire of a reigning queen! Her high places are teeming with multitudes of the children of YAH, gathered from afar. And the sheer magnificence of the renewed Promised Land becomes an everlasting glory to the Most High, and the Holy One of Yisrael!
The city set on a hill far away. The birthplace of a million dreams. An ancient vision of eternal love and peace for all mankind. The garden spot of the universe. The land of lands.
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