I am Rome

BY CHRISTOPHER DEMARS, 2005

She is old, Rome.
Much history she has
wars, peace, and tension.

She is not mine,
I did not build her.
She was laid brick by brick with love.

The brick toppled, marble pillaged.
Rome was built on Rome
is still being built.

In her heart is the church,
a spring of outpouring love.
Yet she remains to be fully converted.

Wars were fought.
Blood was shed
her chains of Paganism.

The battle wages,
but more in the spiritual realm now.
It threatens to break out into reality.

No person or nation can conquer her now.
Except for the King of Glory
will come and save her.

I step out of the busy traffic,
I find a hidden garden.
There is peace here.

She is the Eternal city.

I am Rome.