Psalm 137

I finished reading the book "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" for the book discussion meeting this Sunday. Memories of the first time I read the book rushed in and they were unbelievably so vivid for a memory. I was sitting in the window side of a bus on the way to one of those weekend gala in Cebu. Unable to control myself, I kept on talking profusely to this friend who was sitting next to me about the book and its topics of love, taking risks, miracles, and happiness. I am now in my mid-twenties and a lot have really changed. No more black and white view of things, no more ultra perky attitude and I have become a little cynical about life and a lot of other things.

"Do you know Psalm 137?" he asked.
I shook my head. I was afraid to speak.
"On the banks of the rivers of Babylon…"
"Yes, yes, I know it," I said, feeling myself coming back to life, little by little. "It talks about exile. It talks about people who hang up their harps because they cannot play the music their hearts desire."
"But after the psalmist cries with longing for the land of his dreams, he promises himself,

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill.
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not exalt Jerusalem."

Missing home so much. I wish I can just go home...