I'd whisper a timeless secret in your passing ear:

And every book you touched would fall open at page nine.

Every November 12th your car will stop and all the signposts
will point to Haifa.

Every nineteen days you'll ask your neighbour round and read
him poetry.

Every morning the postman will bring a postcard of a white
mountain saying "Wish you were here".

Every cross-word clue you see will be: "The Glory of God - 9
letters".