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Poem: Anger
Whip in hand
and uncharacteristically angry,
Jesus swept through the temple courtyard.
Tables were smashed,
money scattered;
pigeons found freedom in flight
and sacrificial animals fled to safety.
His voice boomed
across the rapidly emptying space –
‘this is desecration!
How can strangers worship here
in a place over-run with commerce and greed?
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
Whip in hand
and uncharacteristically angry,
Jesus swept through the temple courtyard.
Tables were smashed,
money scattered;
pigeons found freedom in flight
and sacrificial animals fled to safety.
His voice boomed
across the rapidly emptying space –
‘this is desecration!
How can strangers worship here
in a place over-run with commerce and greed?
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
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