House Of Prayer Poem by Doug Blair

House Of Prayer



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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Isaiah 56
Mark 11: 15-17
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 14 June 2013

eager pilgrims victimized, reality is there, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Doug Blair

Doug Blair

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