Friday, April 06, 2007

[From Station VIII of Tributes for Kings: The Stations of the Cross by Kevin Rolly]

If there are tears
let them fall for you

The clouds of my eyes part
to see what you cannot
Oh there will be a time
when you wished that
wombs were barren trees

The world is tearing in two
because of me

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
You will become a garden of flame

and the fleeing of bare feet on jagged stone
crash upon you

the mountains
weeping to the sea

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