Palestine Hung at Christianity’s Crossroads
Palestine Hung at Christianity’s Crossroads
By Genevieve Cora Fraser
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