The Passover of the Jews was at hand, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found those who were selling oxen and sheep and pigeons, and the money-changers sitting there. And making a whip of cords, he drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and oxen. And he poured out the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables. And he told those who sold the pigeons, “Take these things away; do not make my Father's house a house of trade.” His disciples remembered that it was written, “Zeal for your house will consume me.” John 2:13-17
Waking in the dark I hear their song
we have come from this sacred earth
it is a part of our people our beings
each mountain and valley is holy
and the Creator walks among these hills.
Still and silent like a frightened child
watching the ancients circle in the dance
there voices like moving waters
move my heart to tears of joy.
We are never alone in our isolation
the rocks and trees will sing for us
we are never broken but the wind and wings
will find a way to bind our bodies until whole.
We merchandise and destroy
cheapen and sell off
the earth sighs for our folly
and waits through our selfish rants.
We cover the pain with noise and hurry
we forget the silent watchers who pray
despite our anger and greed in the day
at night we are vulnerable and needy.
They sing the sacred song of holy temples
God house this our earth our home.
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