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John 2: 14–15

Luke 2: 48

There was, I thought, something about the man

Familiar, an image pressed on the coin

Of memory. But slow, afraid I’d join

The fallen under toppled tables, I ran.

I’m sure, now, I needn’t have. His harsh whip

Sought the rash of thieving profiteers

Hawking oxen, sheep, and pigeons, their sneers

Mocking country pilgrims come to worship.

I crept back when breath returned. Around

Him stood the Pharisees. His zealousness

For the Father’s house brought back a scene. Years

Ago I watched a quiet boy confound

The elders. As then, I saw his brightness

Was a sword. His mother’s love would end in tears.