Psalm 137:5-6
“If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill. Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.”
This psalm is a lament written by Jewish exiles in Babylon, likely in the 6th century BCE, after the destruction of Jerusalem and its Temple. It expresses their deep sorrow and longing for their homeland, contrasting their captivity with their cherished memories.
When our defining symbols or places are lost or unreachable, where do we find the anchors for our identity?