For the second
time
he weeps, once
for a friend,
newly dead,
once for the
city
of unbelief, the
city
of rejection,
the city
which did not
listen,
would not listen
and so
its stones would
be
thrown down, its
children
thrown down with
the stones.
For the second
time,
acts of alpha
and omega,
he clears away,
sweeping
the tables of
the sellers
of lambs and
doves,
scattering the
animals,
scattering the
coins,
scattering the
sellers,
the lambs
escaping
their pens,
the doves
escaping
their cages.
He weeps, he
scatters,
he scatters, he
weeps,
another time.
1 comment:
Nicely done, Glynn!
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