“Stop making my Abba God’s house a marketplace!”
I live in the crowded marketplace,
among its clutter, its anxious hubbub,
ruled by dealers and scales,
transactions and expectations,
by what I’ve earned, what I deserve,
what I have to offer, what I can afford.
Moneychangers change my inner thoughts
into what’s acceptable.
There are things I can sacrifice
instead of giving myself.
The Beloved overturns all that.
Tosses out my moneybags.
There is no fair exchange,
only me, and the Beloved,
and the love between us.
quiet, empty sanctuary,
Holy of holies.
March 5, 2021