Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.
The Temple Mount is a huge ship, a magnificent 
luxury linear. From the portholes of her Western Wall
cheerful saints look out, travelers. Hasidim on the pier 
wave goodbye shout hooray, hooray, bon voyage! She is
always arriving, always sailing away. And the fences and the piers
and the policemen and the flags and the high masts of churches
and mosques and the smokestacks of synagogues and the boats
of psalms of praise and the mountain-waves. The shofar blows; another one
has just left. Yom Kippur sailors in white uniforms 
climb among ladders and ropes of well-tested prayers.
                -- Yehuda Amichai, from Jerusalim 1967