Weep, Jerusalem, because Rome is being touted as God. Weep, Jerusalem, because our praises are ringing in the wrong temples. Weep, Jerusalem, as sibling cuts down sibling in the name of tyranny. Weep, Jerusalem, because freedom is now mine and not my neighbor’s. Weep, Jerusalem, because the Kingdom of God is at hand and we look nothing like her citizens; we do not look like the Lord.
Sunday Afternoon Poetry: “Weep, Jerusalem”
