The Temple doesn’t work the way it used to. That is really sad. But we have remodeled before…
reflecting on Palm Sunday’s Irony, our own duplicity, Jesus cursing the religious institution, and a chance to finally be honest about where we fit in.
Why We Don’t Read
The wor(l)d’s safer
with no wor(l)ds on paper.
Buoyed by my newly light self
the density of daily life
seems a poor reading of what is.
Weighted by the shame of expense
I greet the maid and feel
worse still about my white and weight.
What heavy problems could I really have?
Itinerary and passport, map reading, cash.
I glimpse your trailing orange bauble
it is sunrise and sunset both
silent beacon flashes, beckons,
out beyond where
I daily swim.
A bracket of 64 gets argued down to one winner! (sort of)