Occupy Temple

Jesus, you really did it this time

didn’t you? You let your dark anger seep

through the pores of your glowing skin

you who flings all gates right off their hinges

granting access to fatherly and motherly divine love

that swims through every cubic inch of air

you turned and tripped and toppled tables

and scattered coins and freed temple doves

and I bet you yelled in a gruff croak:

stop locking up the holy in a box

in a temple in a creedal subscription in a poll tax

and let the holy flow uncontrolled like Ezekiel’s river

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