Matthew 21:12-21
The kids always notice, don't they—
Speaking what's obvious to all,
But that we've hidden from ourselves.
It's the fig without figs that's strange,
Missing the thing gives its name.
It's the church without prayers or songs,
Doing business as a business,
That should throw us, dazed, for a loop.
So when our Lord—who told the kids,
"Come unto me," and told the twelve,
"Be more like the littlest ones"—
Reacts in holy honesty
To nature tied in sin-warped knots,
Is he giving vent to passion,
Or is the final wrath of God
The glory of true innocence?
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Beautiful and meditative, and the last line wow - packs quite the punch.