I heard on radio about Jerusalem Syndrome:
a madness gripping visitors:
dressing up in hotel bed sheet and makeshift sandals
giving sermons in the tongue of John the baptist or
girls who claim that they are pregnant with
yet another baby boy named Jesus.
During Easter the hospitals are ready for the pilgrims
who are caught in maelstroms of their madness whirling
barefoot on the cobblestones crowned with thorns.
Is holiness so far removed from wholesome?
Is there something in the dust or in the alleys?
Or is it just like science claims:
they brought the madness hidden
like a seed that only blossom in the passion of belief?
I think your answer to my question
might depend a bit on your beliefs.
Amaya hosts dVerse with a prompt on holy places. Starting with a quote by Adonis she wants us to look deeper into the subject, and for me it was a good opportunity to reflect on the Jerusalem Syndrome I heard about on the radio the other day.