CLEANSING THE TEMPLE

Arts and Culture

May 5

He watched the merchants fleece the pilgrim crowd.
The teachers said that all coins with a face
Were idols, so you could not be allowed
To bring them to the Temple. But the place
To change them was right here! Then buy your doves
For sacrifice in one convenient stop!
The wretched of the earth came up in droves
To purchase expiation in the shop.
The carpenter from Nazareth sat down;
Saw thumbs on every scale, and saw the Law
Exploited with connivance of the crown,
And set his cold plan in the air to thaw.
A fit of passion no prep time affords.
It takes six hours to braid a whip of cords.

May 2022

Scott Robinson

Scott has one of those résumés that give HR people a migraine. He grew up amongst the glacial hills and lakes, and long, cold winters of Central New York. He has worked at Renaissance Faires, as, variously, an actor, musician, and a Tarot reader, and at one faire he met his wife, Allison. He taught college music for ten years, then studied to become an Interfaith Minister, in which he concentrated on hospice chaplaincy. He is a professed member of the Third Order of St. Francis, a religious order within the Episcopal Church. He has recently begun the study of Druidry, as part of his quest to "free Christ from his Near Eastern captivity." He has early onset Parkinson's Disease, which is making him less inhibited every day, God help us. He lives in Philadelphia.

CLEANSING THE TEMPLE

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