Church No More
- Jeneisha Harris
- Mar 13, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: 3 days ago

I stepped foot on the pavement as a Christian
but this is not the Holy Land
I once read about in bible study.
Sophisticated systems and IDF officers
stolen settlements and bomb bullets,
there ain't no God in this.
The rhetoric is swayed by wealth and Zionism,
but something about this feels staged.
A settler told us
that he was not in his home for that long.
Told us about the history of his acres
but somehow skipped over the Nekba.
He missed the many details of displacement,
but it is quite simple to fill in the blanks.
If we can hear the loud cries from Gaza in Tel Aviv
then that means that
we are just around the corner.
That genocide has always been nearby.
Can’t you smell the lingering stench
of Palestinian blood,
staining the suits of the politicians at the Knesset?
It drips with every step they take.
I denounced my religion
when I saw living contradictions
in the Holy Land itself.
Pentecostal girl
studying abroad in Jerusalem,
this is the peak of dreams shared by those who believe.
But you did not see all that my eyes did.
I stepped foot on the pavement
as a Christian
and sat on my departing flight
without a God.
Tell me how do I recover
from this type of holy betrayal?

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