Debris: Listen: Prayers and Poetry

                       Debris

                        Like a wind-blown wave

                        crashes against a still shore

                        pounding it with debris

                        churned up in a storm

                        so our hearts, our lives,

                        actions and reactions

                        engulf those around us

                        swept up by hidden

                        currents.

Refining Words

CONFUSION

When the marketplace

moved within the Temple

confusing silence

with cattle cries,

skittish sheep, clanging

coins—worship became broken—

secondary.

Where were the leaders,

Pharisees whose life’s

goal to protect

the Word. Not read?

Not understood? Only

of power, identity

a symbol.

Without heart an empty

posture extinguishes

true hope, manipulates

scripture for personal gain.

Clean out debris. Restore

awe so Glory may again fill

sanctuary.

John 2