Rebuilding Jerusalem

She picked up a hammer and chisel and

forcefully drove her words into their heads:

You. Will. Hear. My. Demands.

Her words drove them apart and

they splintered under the onslaught.

Her hand would not be stayed.

She lassoed word after word carefully

before she slung it at them with such force

that they staggered under the impact.

She was the keeper of truths,

she alone knew the secrets of the universe.

Arguing with her was pointless.

She already knew all the answers before

the questions were even properly formulated

Slowly, slowly they recovered as they found

each other where she had tossed them aside.

Slowly, they climbed their way back through

the web of intricate lies and assumptions.

The fog cleared, the mist lifted and they could see

the truths that had been tossed aside so carelessly,

had never been anything but true and accurate.

Unravelling fact from fiction was an arduous task but

they stuck to it with great tenacity and were rewarded.

They found the word they had been looking for

to stop the onslaught that had wreaked such havoc.

“Silence!” they exclaimed in unison.

“Silence! Speak no more. Not a word, not a syllable,

not a sound, not even a gesture will be tolerated!

Silence!”

Silence brought healing. It brought restoration.

I brought back unity, knowledge, wisdom, but

most importantly, it brought back love.

They had lived with condemnation and fear

for so long that it took them some time to realize

that what had been missing, was love.

Love did not hold grudges, and was not envious.

Love did not acknowledge evil, but knew only good.

Love did not bring bondage and fear, but set one free.

Love had been missing, but now it was back,

and it did not return in small bits and pieces. It

came with more force than her words had ever mustered.

It came back and it made itself heard.

Love demanded an account and then it wiped the

slate clean, and it forgave, and it forgot.

A gentle breeze blew over that house when hate

was driven from it. God was in that breeze.

It was soothing, cooling, restorative and healing.

Gently, it blew the dust of the destruction away

to expose the building blocks that had been

buried underneath the rubble of her words.

They were delighted to find those bricks still there

and thanked God in unison, before they started

rebuilding the temple of their lives. Jerusalem

may have fallen, but they would build it up again.

Her children had been taken captive, her old men

had turned grey, her young men quivered, her women

wailed, but Jerusalem was God’s chosen city

and it would not be completely destroyed forever.

When they returned to the teachings of their youth,

God turned His ear towards them, and heard their cries.

The splendour of the rebuilt city was greater than

it had ever been. They rejoiced for God was good.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

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