<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Returning to Jerusalem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we could be justly proud<br>Our place marked in the human maze<br>By devotion to the sacred books<br>And diligence of prayer, upon<br>Steady accretion of analysis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we could be satisfied<br>To live by what we understood to be<br>Identities the Lord bestowed<br>Upon our humble lives, our lines<br>Measured by the centuries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we were made wise<br>By sufferings in wide variety<br>Borne in reverence for His Name<br>Consolations of our family embrace<br>And the long perspectives gained</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we almost were content<br>To speak the name Jerusalem<br>A love beyond reproach and reach<br>To which we would compose our songs<br>Of praises and mythology</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once then we were slaughtered<br>Not sporadically, but by an awesome<br>Purpose and intent. Surviving, <br>Many could not make from this<br>A tolerable weight, the burden</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of our anguished discontent<br>And a God we never met. And now<br>With final knowledge of the hate <br>The world can bring, we will accept no more<br>To live at any distance from our dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So strong we have become<br>Dealing in death and pain<br>Sanctioned by some authority unnamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet there are survivors still who hold<br>A Liberation Ball each year, saying<br>We'll dance as long as we are here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While others shout in bold<br>With land and borders to defend<br>No longer free to know who they once were. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope we can return with song<br>To praise Jerusalem<br>When time to claim our history has come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we have sadly learned to see<br>That what we think is strong <br>Grows frail, as if to fall eventually.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392371" data-title="Returning to Jerusalem de Frank Bana" data-description="Once we could be justly proud Our place marked in the human maze By devotion to the sacred books And diligence of prayer, upon Steady accretion of analysis Once we could be satisfied To live by what we understood to be Identities the Lord bestowe..."></div> </div> </div>

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