An ancient and faraway place...

           he once mighty city lies in ruins. The ancient high places languish in low estate. Like a royal bride stripped of her outer adornment, the terrain is naked and exposed, and covered with dark clouds of shame. The branches of fruitless trees are tossed to and fro by the unforgiving winds of time. Behold, a barren wilderness; with a waning expectation for the blooming of a once lush and bountiful land...
 
She is a city no longer renowned for her beauty, that she should be courted by the children of men. A city trodden underfoot by the wicked, and woefully neglected by the passing of the ages... A broken city, with a strained appearance of wariness, from fear of her coming new horizons. Ghostly images haunt her dreams, as foreign nations pollute her YAH-forsaken streets.

And yet, a tiny remnant of her sons and daughters from afar arise to seek the eternal pathways; to reclaim the ruins of a distant and glorious past. Her devoted children at last reconnect with the long-lost motherland, to renew the ancient promise. In the name of love and honor, they brave the hardships, face the trials, and embrace the burden of pilgrimage; a path long since rejected and forsaken by countless generations.
 
Then slowly, a faint but unmistakable glimmer of hope begins to spread across the horizon. After endless years of parched plains and naked valleys, a dormant underground river bursts to the surface, bringing forth a new refreshing, and ushering in the long-awaited age of renewal! Expressions of great awe and humility are etched upon the glowing faces of the remnant...

And suddenly, the once barren trees begin to clap their hands, and the royal lilies of the field rejoice in heavenly harmony! A great beacon light of hope now emanates throughout the Promised land, beckoning to the ends of the earth; and a deep, collective exhale echoes across the waning darkness. And all at once, the gathered wealth of the nations forever removes the shame and disgrace that grieved the forsaken Land over the ages!

Behold, O Yisrael, and the world: The ancient City of Davïd is risen; and she will soon be covered with the Holy garments of praise, and adorned with the majesty and splendor of a Royal Bride! Her high places shall teem with great multitudes of the children of YAH, gathered from afar... For the sheer magnificence of the renewed Promised Land has become an everlasting Glory to the Most High, and the Holy One of Yisrael! Sélah.
 
The city set on a hill far away... The birthplace of a million dreams. An ancient vision of eternal love and peace for all mankind. The garden spot of the universe. The land of lands.

Zion.