Jerusalem, I sing to you now –Song of longing, song of lamentSong of the ancestors yet to be bornSong of crucifixions of soulsStill being carried out nowin your holyName. Jerusalem, I sing to you ofJustice gone awry, ofSacred soil so sacrosanct,Crystallized into coarseunleavened bread thatcrumbles and decayswithout a breathof fresherDays O Child of place,O Place Continue reading