Two images remind me perpetually of Israel and Palestine: the ubiquitous stone and the crowd of buildings.
There seems to be more stone than soil.
Ancient and contemporary buildings are crafted out of the same stone, sometimes recycled.
And there is no end to construction even when it seems that there is no room for another building.
And always there is the need for, hope for, cry for, prayer for, peace.
I pray with Zekaryah, the father of Yochannan (John) the Baptizer:
"By the tender mercy of our God,
the dawn from on high will break upon us,
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace."
May our feet walk in the ways of peace,
may our hearts open to receive peace,
may our hands do the work of peace,
may our lips speak the words of peace,
may our eyes see the reign of peace. Amen.