Palestine Hung at Christianity’s Crossroads

Crystal cold skies
Cast a faint light that night
So long ago between the dawn
Of salvation and the pained
Torture of life
No redemption in sight
As families take flight
From authorities
Massacring innocents
In Bethlehem a babe was born
At the crossroads of existence
Between the old world
And the renewed life
Promised so long ago
Palestine waits
Oh Emmanuel
Did you foresee the anguish
The slaughter
Witnessed by an indifferent world
The Empires of Might
Fear the birth of Eternal Life
Destined to lead the Children
Of God out of the barren wilderness
Into the light
Of brothers and sisters
Chosen for salvation
Open to all
The overseer’s whip
Swings frenzied
Tonight in Gaza
Raining missiles
Bloodied bruised
Imprisoned
Lands made Holy
Re-sanctified by Palestinian
Suffering overwhelming
Millions in grief
Ramallah, Jenin, Rafah, Nablus
Countless towns and villages
Strung against the Apartheid Wall
Jerusalem
Awaits the Via Delarosa
The Crucifixion of Palestine
Your child
Lies suckled in the manger
Tonight hidden
Protected by Love’s
Gaze until the daze
Of Imperial conquests inflicts
Throbbing agony
As they excise
Palestine’s flesh and blood
From its rooted existence
An infant cries
A small precious life
Born at the crossroads
In this dark night

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