Poem: Aliyaa's Angel

 Aliyaa’s Angel
 
The train stopped in the small rail station of my ancient memories.  With my eyes I looked for His Angel among the people in the waiting room but I couldn't see her.  I went through there and got out onto the square.

This time I looked for Her with my eyes and heart but I still couldn't see Her.
I stopped to observe around but I couldn't remember anything there.  Though I knew I had been there before, once in my past, with someone else's angel...an angel of this world.
 
Then I learned there were two rail stations in town.  I asked a crippled and kind man sitting at the side of the street.  He told me:  "on the other side of the town is the rail station you are looking for".
And I walked through the streets seeing many things but nothing exciting enough to seduce my attention in comparison with His Angel.

Carrying my short coat under my arm, exhausted and hurt I arrived at last at the other rail station on the other side of the town.  Sloping down, I descended the sidewalk though there was no street but a green prairie on my right side and nothing on my left.

And there I saw Her!  She was sitting on a bench, reading a book, but with her back was facing me.  No other soul was there around to be seen.  I came up to Her and then she turned round to me,  Her eyes sparkling and smiling languidly, her small heart shaped lips.
 
Hand in hand we walked through the streets of low houses.  I knew, I had been there before, but I hardly could recognize anything.  With my Angel I visited many places, streets in town, and my memories started to interweave with each other like those same streets throughout time.
 
My Angel took me to a classic building that I could vaguely remember.  Where She showed me my past though I scarcely could remember anything.  She took me in a secret way to the second, third, or fourth heaven.  I suddenly saw another Angel innocently standing and floating over Israel and my beloved People.
 
My tears of burning joy embraced that unexpected wonderful surprise.

Barzilai Kellajer