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Two things you should know: (1)There's a gate to the university labeled the "Gate of Peace." Ironically, this gate is never open, but instead padlocked. (2) Everywhere you walk in Beer Sheva, and most other places in Israel for that matter, the sidewalks are littered with broken glass.
Gate of Peace
Broken glass shards litter Israeli streets
Reflecting the faces of those walking above.
Ordinary sand destined to be great
Tested and tried, put into the furnace
Shaped by a Master’s hands into something useful yet delicate—
But pressure and carelessness undoes this exquisite work
Shards with sharp edges and hazy memories of what had been—
These are all that remain
Trampled by my foreign feet, rushing about my business
Caught up in my own “completeness” from the same Master’s touch
And forgetting the incredible beauty of mosaics—
diverse pieces of brokenness
united to reflect something bigger than themselves.
Will I risk the my own pain from their sharp edges
In order to pick up these pieces
To lay them before the Master Artist and maybe join in His work?
Or am I more content in the rubble
In front of the padlocked Gate of Peace.