Nativity
You must believe in
your greatness
even if it is as little
as admiring
a golden leaf for its glory.
There was room
in your heart for this
at least, a quiet
nativity in you.
Do you want something greater
than
this? How empty can you
afford to be?
In the inn
there was no room.
Who Will This Temple Cleanse?
If God’s temple, I –
and why should I such
grace be given? –
better to get to
cleaning house – and soon:
Miserly old wretches, lechers,
grumblers, the impious,
vicious, vengeful,
calculating,
devils of every kind
have made a home under
God’s roof.
Who, Lord, will drive
them out? Who
will overcome what
little I have been? Who
will
this temple cleanse?
Mark Goad is a poet now living in the Boston metro area (USA). Born in Ohio, he has lived and studied in Chicago, Geneva, Switzerland and Boston (with sojourns in Connecticut and rural Nebraska). Undergraduate and graduate studies have been completed in English Lit., German language, theology and philosophy. His work has been published previously in Assisi, BAPQ, epiphany, bluepepper, Decanto, Big River Review, Extracts, Crannóg, Ayris, The Wayfarer, Contrary, Christian Century, Calvary Cross, Poetry Salzburg Review and other literary journals.
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