FROM FLAMES TO HEAVEN
By: Debbie Perlman
For Jerusalem
Builder of Jerusalem,
Reconstructor of the City of Shalom,
Where can your people rest
Amid the fury that strangles the towers?
Stone on stone and cracks between,
Grasping for the quiet
That echoes of peace,
Gasping at the pain of discord.
Where are you in the Old City?
Why have you hidden from the marketplace?
I circle above, climbing the hills,
While below the riots persist.
High above, the colors merge,
The faces curve toward the sun
As it turns the stone of gold
And the stone reflects back its glow.
Turn back, and lift again Your trowel,
Gather the mortar and the stones
To reassemble the City,
And invigorate the people.
Restore again Your City, O Builder,
Renew Your people in its harmony.
Clear the rancor from the alleyways,
And the hatred from the streets.
AFTER THE MARKETPLACE BOMBING
Gather my scattered thoughts, Holy One,
Open my tight held fist,
Loosen my tension, leaning on You,
Dreams calming, days again bright
As I wake to behold the Land's splendor
Shutter my fears with sweet recall,
Heal wounds of witnessed terrors.
Invent me again for you blessing;
Renewal and strength, comfort and peace
As I rise to affirm your glory
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