Leavin’ on a Jet Plane…
My heart is in the East, and I am at the ends of the West;
How can I taste what I eat and how could it be pleasing to me?
How shall I render my vows and my bonds, while yet
Zion lies beneath the fetter of Edom, and I am in the chains of Arabia?
It would be easy for me to leave all the bounty of Spain —
As it is precious for me to behold the dust of the desolate sanctuary.
But don’t worry. I have plenty of guest posts lined up by talented writers whom I have had the prividlege come to know online. So check back here often. I’ll be back. Eventaully.