THE ANGRY GATEKEEPER, THE FILTHY SYNAGOGUE AND A LITTLE SWISS PRIDE

the old broom leans in the corner, beckoning…

the minorets blare like agonized demon lullabies

as the heated Hebrew words

echo through the ancient synagogue

where the bitter guard spews his accusations on my friend

hunkered on a cheap white plastic chair

a contrast to the dusty old décor

and what it could be

i hang my head

the heart breaks at the contradiction

of holy history and disrespect

islam and anger

brother hating brother

hanging in the atmosphere

where isis is recruiting

just outside the archaic synagogue

where Jesus, son of God

king of love, table turner

speaks the scroll into existence

those thousands of years ago

Isaiah 61

and he’s on the run

chased to a precipice

he slips

away

nazareth

where prayers of brave saints

and guns of tender age

keep terrorists at bay

the shock of spiritual vomit

and mounds of trash

on heritage sites

still hits hard

as we search in anticipation

for the clean wonder of God

the crystal clear presence

we mourn for His hometown

his country

his humanity

… He has let go of all His rights

to wait

until another time

to sweep the whole mess

back into His great laundromat heart

 

meanwhile…

in another land

not too far

the sound of a different shofar

blows the healing mountain air

through the pristine chapel

in the French alps

esteemed land

preserved and honored

from the manicured ground to the painted sky

we could all take lessons

from a little swiss pride

Suzy Yaraei