Passing into Jerusalem
The brothers came from three parts of the night world. Dreaming under the same stars they began the long passage into Jerusalem. First, the marketplace. The blind merchants selling Challa and pork pies, the woman crying out for them to take her baby with them. The eldest brother, wrapped in the shroud from his deathbed, spoke for all of them in refusing. Moving under the cement overpasses and into the ruins of the religions, they came to the cathedral of Tyre. "Here is where the Christ was born" said the youngest, wearing a fine suit and smiling constantly. "Here is where he spoke against the evils of the temple, where he raised his army, pointed his sword to the west and challenged Rome itself" the youngest brother spoke with pride and authority.
When they sat, that first night, in the stairwell of a bombed-out tenemant, eating honey bread and drinking a sweet thick wine. The middle brother, who was dressed in a monk's robe though he had taken no vows to any god, correct his younger sibling.
"Little fool. Rome never fell to the sword of the Christ. He raised no army. His ideas crawled up the ladders of senators and made them into bishops. The emperor became pontiff"
The three brothers considered this and other myths as the first light of day broke over the Cathedral, the roof of which was centuries gone leaving only the glow of broken stained glass as shelter.
Copyright 2007 Garrett Farrelly
When they sat, that first night, in the stairwell of a bombed-out tenemant, eating honey bread and drinking a sweet thick wine. The middle brother, who was dressed in a monk's robe though he had taken no vows to any god, correct his younger sibling.
"Little fool. Rome never fell to the sword of the Christ. He raised no army. His ideas crawled up the ladders of senators and made them into bishops. The emperor became pontiff"
The three brothers considered this and other myths as the first light of day broke over the Cathedral, the roof of which was centuries gone leaving only the glow of broken stained glass as shelter.
Copyright 2007 Garrett Farrelly