Mornings in Jerusalem

There is something about waking up in this place. as i sat on the rooftop this morning overlooking the dome of the rock and the old city, sipping my cup of coffee, i heard the sounds of the old city carried up to me. the voices of the vendors in the market, the prayers of the men and women at the western wall carried on the breeze toward me, softly praying to the Almighty. suddenly the city is awakened by the sounds of the jewish call to worship over a loudspeaker, competing with the muslim call to prayer from the minaret. as if to not be left out, the bells of the redemmer church and the church of the holy sepulcher begin to ring, pealing the joy of the lord in the resurrected one.....
this is morning in jerusalem, and it is lovely.