Rejoice for Jerusalem,
all you who loved me!
Rejoice with Jerusalem,
all who mourned me!
Nurse that I may reassure you,
Feed that I may nourish you,
Suckle from my ample breasts,
Drink deeply from my holy font:
That you may grow and flourish;
That you may know my love;
That you may feel cherished;
And know that you're precious.
As a mother, I will comfort you.
In strong arms you'll find shalom.
On my hip you'll learn about life.
You'll grow like a summer meadow!
You will feel my hand within yours!
You'll know me, and fear no one!
Tiwago (from Isaiah 66)
(photography by tiwago)