Born at a Checkpoint in Bethlehem in Palestine
Born at a Checkpoint in Bethlehem in Palestine
By Genevieve Cora Fraser
Women
hang out the wash
As I stand on the lip edge
Of the
hotel roof breathing frost
In the cold night air
Under
a Jerusalem sky
A midnight blue dome
Punctured with
bullet hole
Stars watch as the drama unfolds
As women
hang out their clothes
Peering up into the vast
expanse
Eternity waits, lingers, is
Weighing in on the
passage
Of time fraught with dangers
We speak of
Jews, Christians,
Muslims an Imam calls
Church bells
clang
The shofar sounds out
G-d’s
sovereignty
Accepts His dominion
As He judges the
world
The King's glory is manifested
In the presence
of multitudes
Amen
Amen
The blessing is
given
Echoes through time
Subsides
Cries break the
silence
A child is born
In Bethlehem
blockaded
Clashing sounds rebound
As gunfire
resounds
The cold tile cracks
As I walk along the lip
edge
Of existence peering down
Into the town where the
Wall
Snakes along like a serpent
In Paradise tempting
the world’s
Elite to bite into the apple
Of racism
Apartheid’s walled ego
Snaking through deserted
streets
Severed
Cut off
A city divided
As
settlers gain ground
In East Jerusalem
The West Bank
enclosed
Gaza choked and barricaded
The wretched
existence
Of a home wrecked nation
Focuses on a chosen
few
As a child is born
In obscurity at a
checkpoint
At gunpoint His cries pierce
Through the
frozen night
Promising new life
Bound to
suffering
In Jerusalem in Bethlehem
As the world
wakes
To a new dawn
Of a new
day
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