Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 31,846 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Jerusalem Jerusalem - Poem by Andy Brookes

Empty yet the bright eyes of stained glass
Are lit with the glow of a thousand candles
Smoky with frankincense and Myrrh

The churches are stuffed with sad eyed saints,
Awaiting the the daily masses of pilgrims
Rewarded by Mass' sent heavenwards.

Golden domes and shrines in caves,
Crosses, stars and crescent moons
Here meet the three faiths of the book

A flock of chattering nuns pass by
crossing paths with black clad praying rabbis.
A daily sight in this city of the mount.

Bloodied knees bend in genuflection
Bared souls cry wailing at walls
Berating themselves, asking Gods forgiveness.

Rotating rattling rosaries clack to mumbled prayers
Of mystic mournful monks,
Flagellating on the Via Delorosa.

Fragrant incense rises in daily sacrifice,
Blood seeps at the periphery,
Making the pavements slick with pain.

Heaven and hell here proclaimed.
Sin of the sinners runs deep;
A thousand lamentations soak the walls.

Sellers of trinkets, crosses, praying hands,
Carved from olive wood
Said to be from the Very Mount of Olives.

The hawker's voices blend in the cacophony
Palm waving pilgrims singing hymns
Carrying a heavy wooden cross.

Welcome to religion in Jerusalem.
Where orthodoxy meets the mundane
And heaven meets hell.

Topic(s) of this poem: religions


Comments about Jerusalem Jerusalem by Andy Brookes

  • Bri Edwards (10/23/2017 10:11:00 PM)


    as a boy i used to sing with a church choir on Sunday and one song had the repeated: Jerusalem, Jerusalem. i really liked the sound of it.
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    Once again I lost a comment apparently. Dang! !

    Some favorite lines:

    “Rotating rattling rosaries clack to mumbled prayers
    Of mystic mournful monks,
    Flagellating on the Via Delorosa.” ………………these ones would be favorites even without the great alliterative phrases! !

    [in our town aka “my town”, public flagellating is forbidden. I ‘got caught’ once; only once. but I got myself caught in my zipper as well, so I …………….remember it VIVIDLY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ]

    AND:

    “Making the pavements slick with pain.” ………….YIKES!


    “…..crosses, praying hands,
    Carved from olive wood
    Said to be from the Mount of Olives.” …………..my cross was relatively cheap/inexpensive. Made in China …………………………………………………………….from banana tree ‘wood’.

    “The hawkers voices blend in the cacophony“ ……….”hawkers’ “?

    Just for the “hell” of it, I favor these lines also:

    “Welcome to religion in Jerusalem.
    Where orthodoxy meets the mundane
    And heaven meets hell.”

    Perhaps a showcase appearance in its future? The poem I mean. For now it goes to MyPoemList.

    Bri :)
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    Paul Brookes Paul Brookes (10/24/2017 2:20:00 AM)

    Thanks Bri if you think it worthy of the Showcase please feel free to use: 0) Andy

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 24, 2017


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