Still Jerusalem By Sarah's Mom There are other evergreens: Shading the corners of yards with stone houses; Straight mountain sentries Arms locked over a forest floor Thick-carpeted with the needles of a thousand years. There are always evergreens. But this one, this one Cut and dying, fine green nap Of weighted limbs half-hidden by colored things: Metal and glass. This one whispers. I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not nigh. A star shall come forth out of Jacob and a scepter shall rise out of Israel. There are other celebrations: White cream cakes and wines and Dancing through over-heated rooms. Fragrant tables through frosted glass; Oil and water and hand-made lace. Always another celebration. But this one, only this one, Stately in the presence of electric-lighted fatmen Silent dignity drowning out a million RPMs Rising from a crushing avarice. This one is eternity. ...they will rejoice before thee as with joy at the harvest...and there will be no end upon the throne of David. There are other gifts: Brightly wrapped and ribboned boxes; Small fists full of dandelions; An unexpected touch; Crocuses through the snow. There are gifts. But this one, Then this one. Always promised Long awaited Undeserved This One Light For to us a Child is born.