Showing posts with label Holy Land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy Land. Show all posts

Friday, March 23, 2012

77. The Last Crusades


The pope and the people
Rallied for more crusades.
Rulers left their lands.
Frederick, the Emperor.
Leopold, the Austrian.
Richard, the Lion Heart.
An insult caused a rift
Between the Austrian and Lion Heart.
The Lion Heart was captured.
Held for ransom.
The lion’s heart broke
Mourning the loss of a friend turned enemy.
“I would sell London,”
He whispered in his shackles,
“If I could find a suitable purchaser.”
The Emperor drowned
Harassing the Roman son.
The cause that the urban on preached
Was lost.
Many people died.
Some at the hands of Christian men
Who did the unspeakable in the name of God.
God wasn’t directing those men.
Greed, pride and prejudice were their leaders.
No one was safe.
Jew and Turk alike were killed.
It was alright as long as they said their prayers and go to church
Anointing themselves in Christ’s waters.
The priests protested.
True believers of the cause tried to do right.
It was no use.
God was no longer on their side.
As knights stole relics from Constantine’s city
“Never,” they said,
“Was so great an enterprise.”
They came because God told them to.
They stayed to get rich.
They crossed themselves with one hand
Pocketing gold with the other
“So everything from common houses to the Church of God.”
“Were filled with men of the enemy.”
“This is an affront to God,”
The pope shouted.
Then he whispered behind his back,
“See if they can wrap it with a nice bow.”
Many still believed in the righteousness of the cause.
Remember the good people who believed in the cause.
Remember the ones who did it for God.
Not for greed.
Still fighting erupted in other places.
Spain reconquered Iberia.
Children tried for the Holy Land
But were captured by pirates.
Danes tried to cleanse their neighbors
Of “heathen” people.
God may not have given them the kingdom
But he did give them something else.
In the end the inner pilgrimage became important.
Remember the lessons learned here.
Otherwise old wounds be opened.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

76. The Normans

For a time
War was settled in the Holy Land.
In the west
War came to France and England.
The Confessor died without an heir.
England was promised to Normandy.
The earl of Wessex and the king of Norway
Wanted it for themselves.
The Confessor named the earl his heir
Much to the Norman and Norwegian’s disappointment.
The Norman scooped up armies all through France.
He put them on ships
To sail across the English Channel.
In England he became the Conqueror.
To complete his goals
He replaced the native rulers.
On his deathbed he regretted everything.
“I persecuted them.”
“I cruelly oppressed them.”
“Destroying families.”
“I did it unjustly and I’m sorry for it.”
With his final dying breath he said.
“I dare not leave my kingdom to anyone but God.”
William conqueror of England
Conquered by death.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

75. The First Crusades


“Oh, race of Franks, race from across the mountains… beloved and chosen by God.  Let hatred depart. Let all war cease. Enter onto the road to the Holy Sepulcher...” (Pope Urban II, 1095)



Rome’s wilting son, Byzantium.
Was threatened
By the Islamic faith flowing into the Holy Land.
They ate away at the empire
As Caliphs claimed their territory.
Warring Seljuks replaced them.
Byzantium asked for help
People were concerned.
The pope was concerned.
“They threaten our religious livelihood!” they said.
“We must get rid of them!”
 “Deus vult!”
The pope said.
“Deus vult!”
The people said.
“God wills it.”
“It is up to him!”
So they grabbed their armor and went off to fight
Eagar to take the Holy Land from the Turk’s hand.
But, as Rome’s son soon found out
They were too eager.
Knights,
Rich,
Poor,
Nobles,
Commoners
Trudged across Europe
Abandoning homes
Dressed in silver armor
Painted with the crimson cross
To fight for God.
Many believed they were right.
The knights had obligations.
Still more did it just to line their pockets.
Young aristocrats wanted land.
Others hoped for plunder.
With direction from a hermit preacher
Some couldn’t wait for the Holy Land
So they sent God’s chosen
To sleep in the land of Worms.
The preacher and his men
Continued to their holy spot
Where many met a terrible end.
The ultimate goal was met
When the Turks left the land
A crusader castle was built
To protect Jerusalem’s pilgrims
As they came to see their holy relics
Buying holy wares.
Though the rivers of eager men
Flowed strong to the Holy Land
They were no match for the Turk named Zengi.
Built on unstable foundations
The crusader castle slowly fell apart.