A House of Prayer
Overturned tables, cages where doves were imprisoned, once, now broken, like dried bones on the stone floor. Coins, Roman currency spilled out like a ruptured bowel. The anger of the one cheered yesterday brings silence to the onlookers. Hosannas are silenced. Pharisees plot and merchants fill with outrage, fists in the air, curses on their tongues. The temple is a den for thieves, not God's will, but man's. Have those who stand at His side ever seen such anger? Have they ever been the focus of such wrath? Break apart this temple, this vessel of the spirit. Rip each stone from the foundation, each limb from the body. Destroy the very structure of man's design, impale the flesh of God's creation. On the third day the tomb will open and the temple will be filled with the spirit they once tried to sell. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author From the Collection; From Capernau...