He never said, “Be safe.”
He saw what they did
with the life-giving Law,
its walls now
closing in on souls
meant to roam free.
Perhaps his tears over the city
were not for all her wanderings,
but for her fear,
her lack of wonder,
her contentment with the small,
tame world
of scrupulous obedience.
He shook her at her core
tumbled the Temple,
untamed and trembling
with wild rage.
His love, uncaged,
awakens us,
invites us out to wilderness
where questions lurk,
beyond the lushness of the Law.
He calls us to the Temple
of the quiet
and the lack,
where holiness stands ready
to expose and tame the
inner, hidden greed
and yearning.
Tables turned to see
the under-sides.
The heart tumbles out
and falls into the hands
that catch us and make us
whole.
saint sinner seeker 
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