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Villa Cavaletti

To the wonderful team of Villa Cavalletti, the House in Rome and  the Urfeld Kreis with love from Yair and Michal (October, 1996).

The following poem was inspired by our visit to the "Villa", and by our renewed meetings with the people of the Integrierte Gemeinde there.  Only those who visited the Villa, absorbed its spirit, watched the sunset from the top of the hill and walked amongst the olive trees and vineyards – will understand what it is all about. We came, experienced its wonders and fell in love.

An Ancient Folk Legend

Yair Palgi, October, 1996

There are those who say that mothers in Ancient Roman times used to softly sing this lullaby to their children at bedtime, in a mysterious old language:

Beyond the mountains of darkness

And iron gates so old

Is hidden somewhere deep within

The wondrous garden of God.

 

And only His ministering angels

And the silent winds of eve

Are whispering His name there

In a prayer of truth that all believe:

 

Cavalli-ii-ii

Cavalla-aa-aa

They greet each other as they pray,

Until we solve the riddle

We will not know the right way.

 

There, amongst the olive trees

and the fertile vineyards

They faithfully serve

the magic garden of God.

 

From morning till evening

Their work is never ended

As the garden has lain dormant

For many years, untended.

 

Cavalli-ii-ii

Cavalla-aa-aa

They greet each other as they pray.

Until we solve the riddle We will not know the right way

 

Our hearts will surely miss a beat

If we pass through the iron gate–

The garden's beauty spreads before us

Both wondrous and great.

 

And only the winds of evening

And God's Angels cast their spell

As His name is sweetly whispered

On the arrival of Gabriel:

 

Cavalli-ii-ii

Cavalla-aa-aa

They greet each other as they pray

During our climb up the hill 

We shall still find the way.

 

For years the villa stood alone

At the top of the rolling green Hill.

For empty years it stood there

With no spark of love or goodwill.

At long last this very house

Has donned a halo of white.

Once more within its walls

Whispers of love bring light:

 

Cavalli-ii-ii

Cavalla-aa-aa

Villa Cavalletti it is called;

As we gaze into the heavens Our riddle will be solved.

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