donderdag 13 april 2017

A hill near Jerusalem

There is a hill near Jerusalem
That wild flowers grow upon
Flowers don’t speak but they speak to each other
Of a crucifixion
Just because He said He was
The Son of God
And the fury of that moment they felt
But they could only silently look upon

Every city bar brawl, every fist fight
Every bullet from a gun
Is written upon the palms of the Holy One.

(van 'There Is a Valley', Bill Fay)

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