Those who keep my Sabbath
And fear my holy law
And look for my compassion
Through the mist
Will find a Temple waiting
And peace and calm inside
And praise and meditation
Heaven-kissed.
The eunuch begets children
As he multiplies Good News.
The stranger finds
A welcome from the fray.
And 'Israel' grows
In leaps and bounds
As Gentiles come on board.
They too have privileged
Quarters here to pray.
But Jesus comes this morning
And finds the hucksters' game
At every stall and seat
That meets His view.
And eager pilgrims
Victimized
As shepherds fleece the flock.
He drives them forth.
His cries and whips subdue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
eager pilgrims victimized, reality is there, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.