Two doves stroll upon this Holy ground. A lone man communes in deep silent prayer. In solitude he faces east. Empty chairs face the Wall, as if men, like ghosts, are sitting on them. The man davens in the early morning light, fragile, yet strong, alone, yet with God. He faces God, like the large, enduring, ever lasting powerful Rock that He is. He prays as the Jew everywhere has prayed throughout history. Aware of God’s power, in this solitary landscape, the man takes a moment to pause before he continues with his day.
The doves soon fly away.