Jerusalem Is Here Poem by john (called jack) wren

I hear the voice of Samuel
so vivid and clear
Midst the green fields of Anwoth
proclaiming Jerusalem is here.

The sound of singing filters through
the still and pleasant air
of hymns of Wesley and others bold
bringing the faithful ones to prayer.

Ans then, the sound of chains I hear
as they clash over rut and stone
biting hard into neck and leg
bruising skin and bone.

Sounds from Anwoth's turbulent past
fade to the noise of bleating sheep
peace holds sway in Jerusalem's arms
as God supports her in her sleep.