Monday, November 15, 2010

Babylon








By the waters of Babylon

by the waters of Babylon

we sat down and wept

and wept

for thee Zion

We sat down and wept we sat down and wept we sat down and wept. . .

A shadow of a miracle of a particle of a shone of a show of a shadow of a song

Reflected backwards from the silver backing of a mirrored dream

we sat down and wept and wept and wept for thee Zion


We sat down and wept



(and wept)



for: thee



*******************Zion*******************



By the waters of Babylon, we sat down. . .



By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept


when we remembered Zion.


There on the poplars


we hung our harps,


for there our captors asked us for songs,


our tormentors demanded songs of joy;


they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"



How can we sing the songs of the Lord


while in a foreign land?


If I forget you, Jerusalem,


may my right hand forget its skill.


May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth


if I do not remember you,


if I do not consider Jerusalem


my highest joy.



Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did


on the day Jerusalem fell.


"Tear it down," they cried,


"tear it down to its foundations!"


Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,


happy is the one who repays you


according to what you have done to us.


Happy is the one who seizes your infants


and dashes them against the rocks.


Psalm 137