Here’s the “Wailing Wall”, the foundation stones of the “Temple of Solomon”, a tall heap of gray stone block masonry rising out of a paved plaza and surrounded by what are perhaps old apartments also of gray stone. The whole place is gray.
Security for entering the plaza is rigorous. Handbags are searched at baffle gates to foil saboteurs. Machine gun nests on rooftops overlook the area. It is not too welcoming or congenial a place to be to tell the truth.
In the plaza, a wire fence segregates men and women, but both sexes behave in the same way; pressing their bodies or heads against the stones of the wall, some of the visitors just mutter, some moan and some really wail! A tour group, all standing together, sings a song.
I put on a black paper “loaner” cap and join the men at the wall, but I really don’t know what to do. Should I mutter, moan, wail or sing? Do I get spiritual merit from just being here? Does this count? Well, if you have been with me this far, what do YOU think, dear reader?
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