Every night in Arnona, the Jewish neighborhood in Jerusalem where I live, we can hear the sounds of other lives as they drift through our windows and penetrate the darkness. These are the sounds that come from the nearby-villages of Tzur Baher and Umm Tuba.  Sometimes the voices are unfathomable, threatening, puzzling and frightening; other times they are gentle and conciliatory.

For many of us, these are the voices of the people who live beyond the mountains of darkness.

On my private journey into that darkness,  I just wanted shed some light on what is most often hidden from our eyes and our hearts. For nearly half a century, we have been giving birth, living and dying together here in Jerusalem, two peoples at the Gates of God.  We live and wait.