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Waging Peace

Sarah Zale: The Chosen

A chosen we, who gathered in Israel and Palestine,

now a forgotten moment in time. Some called them

an apple, each one a seed—she Muslim, he Sufi, she

Christian or Buddhist, religious or nonreligious Jew.

One with friends in Jordan or family in Haifa.

One remembers when she hated Jews. One lived

on a kibbutz, one loved a refugee.


Hand in hand they climbed to a holy place.

Some call it the Temple Mount, and others

Haram al-Sharif. When they asked, Wise One,

who am I? the answer was always the same:

You are tree. You are root.





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