Blog Poetry Two
.The Eastern Meadowlark
BY THE WESTERN WALL
ZEDEKIAHS QUEEN
IN THE TOMB OF THE KINGS
OTTOMANS AND SULTANS
THE OLD CITY
AND THE DREAMS OF NAPOLEON III
TO AN ARAMAIC WOMAN
UNDER A ROMAN SKYE
CHRIST BELIEVERS
IN THE TIME OF THE ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES
THE BIBLE
BECAME THE PRIZE
WRAPPED UP IN A CITY ON A HILL
PROTEA FLOWERS AND JERUSALEM
AS VICTORIA SAT ON THE THRONE
AND ALL THE CHILDREN CAME HOME
SEARCHING FOR DAVID
IN THE OLD TESTAMENT
FINDING SANCTUARY
ON THE TEMPLE ON THE MOUNT
THESE HILLS OF GOLD AND SILVER
PROPHETS OF THE OLD KINGS
IN THE STONY COUNTRYSIDE
IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF JESUS AND MARY
IN THE CITY OF DAVID
WHERE EDMOND DE ROTHSCHILD
SEARCHED FOR SOLOMON
AND ALL THE WORLDS AN ARK
SWIMMING IN THE POOL OF BETHESDA
NAKED UNDER THE STARS OF JUPITER
IN THE OLD CITY
PATTERNS AND DEEP ROOTS
IN THE SUMMERTIME
THE CITY IS PINK WITH CLAY
THE COLOUR OF DUSTY ASH
AND OVERHEAD THE EASTERN MEADOWLARKS MIGRATE
SINGING A SONG TO THE ANGELS
IN THE HOLIEST PLACE ON EARTH
WHERE JUDEAN KINGS ONCE STOOD
DAVIDIC DYNASTIES
AND BONFIRES IN EAST JERUSALEM
THIS CITY ISNT LOOKING FOR TOMORROW
ITS SEARCHING ALWAYS FOR GOD
SLAUGHTERING ANIMALS
PRAYING TO IDOLS
PRACTICING MAGIC
800 YEARS BEFORE THE JEW JESUS WAS BORN
CREATING THE CRADLE OF CHRISTIAN CIVILIZATION
ON THE WAY TO HIS DEATH
HE IS RISEN AND FREE
AND A PILGRIMAGE TO THE SECOND TEMPLE
IN THE SKYE
A LION AT THE GATE
BEGGARS AND BELIEVERS
BEATEN BY COLLABORATORS
TO ABANDON THE CHRIST
THESE ARE THE THINGS OF THE PAST
A BURDEN TO THE JERUSALEMITES
YET JERUSALEM IS FREE
SAFE
HOLY
FRIENDLY
TROUBLED
AND BURDENED
JERUSALEM COULD BE PARIS
SAYS AN OLD MAN
SITTING IN HIS FRONT YARD
WITH SEVERAL HEAVY LADEN LEMON TREES
THEY DIG FOR THE CHRIST YOU KNOW
BUT HES ALREADY GONE TO HEAVEN
HE LIFTS ONE STONE AND PUTS IT NEATLY DONE
THIS IS THE LAND OF MY FATHER
THIS IS THE LAND OF MY FATHERS MOTHER
THIS IS THE LAND OF MY MOTHER
THIS IS THE LAND OF MY MOTHERS MOTHER
THIS IS THE LAND WHERE THE MAGIC STOOD
THAT MAGIC MAN
JESUS CHRIST
AND THE WIND MOVES THE FRUIT ON THE LEMON TREES
AND IAM TRANSPORTED BACK IN TIME
WATCHING A MAN ON A HILL PREACH
AND AS IT ENDED
HE SAID TELL THE PEOPLE
THAT IAM CHRIST
THAT I HAVE COME
A LONG WAY FROM MY HOME
SO THEY MAY HEAR THE WORDS OF THERE FATHER IN HEAVEN
AND THE CROWDS GREW AND GREW
AND GREW
EVERYDAY
MORE AND MORE PEOPLE CAME
AS THE MAN CAME TO THE MOUNT
TO PREACH A SERMON ON THE MOUNT
WHOS WORDS CAME FROM THE LIVING GOD
DOWN FROM HEAVEN
THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD
LIVED ON FOREVER AND PERVADED IN THE STREETS OF JERUSALEM
AND FOR A SECOND I WAS BLINDED BY HIS LIGHT
AND FOUND MYSELF ONCE MORE
IN THE FRONT YARD WITH THE OLD MAN
AND THE TWO LEMON TREES
AND HE SAYS TO ME
SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND
THE LORD YOUR GOD
AND KNOW THAT IAM HE
AND I KNEEL DOWN BEFORE HIM
FOR HE WAS JESUS CHRIST
AN OLD MAN
AND I HES HUMBLE SERVANT
AS THE WORLD CHANGED COLOUR
AND HE TOOK MY HAND LEADING ME HOMEWARD
TO A LAND ID ONLY HEARD ABOUT IN STORIES
FULL OF MYTHS AND LEGENDS
AS AN EASTERN MEADOWLARK SUNG
A SONG FOR GOD
IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN
BY THE WESTERN WALL
I TOOK THE HAND OF JESUS CHRIST
AND SAT QUIETLY AS HE SPOKE
THESE ARE THE DAYS OF MILK AND FLOWERS
