Poem based on 3rd Sunday in Lent John 2:13-22

So pure was the water

So clean and pure

As Jesus came out of the river Jordan

And the dove came

Landing there

So pure

So simple

Was the moment

And the words

----this is My Son

so pure was the mist

so clean and pure

as the Light enveloped Jesus on the mountain

and the voice came

and was heard there

so pure

so simple

was this moment

and the words

----this is My Son

--------Listen to Him

Listen to Him

Can you hear amid the drone

Of the voices calling

And selling

--the doves

----and oxen

------and sheep

on the steps of the temple

dedicated to the worship of God

turned now into

a respectable place

where budding capitalist can ply their trade

turning the burning desires of humanity

drawn to a closeness with God

into a reasonable profit

----in their definition

in the name of love

This Is My Father’s House

But you have made it into

A temple of human desire

And lust

For power

----(money)

and it will fall

fall from the weight of those

--------on top

weighted down by the greed

of an honest living

amid the poor

so pure was the air

so clean and pure

as Jesus’ life slipped from him

and a world changed

as Christ arose in three days

the temple rebuilt

so pure

so simple

and the words

were remembered

This is My Son

Listen to Him