Holy Tuesday

Matthew 12: 1-11

There’s a whole lot of killing for food

That never belonged to you to begin with.

The earth belongs to God.

God gave it to the living.

Greed stripped life.

Death everywhere.

Death to son,

Means death to life itself.

The villains are offended.

Granny taught us,

“When you throw a brick in a crowd,

Only one to holler is the one to be hit.”

Granny didn’t have to say the next part.

We see clearly.

The other ones hollerin’

Are the cohort of the greedy.

They rile in death too….

For everyone else.

Not them.

Never them.

They forgot.

Didn’t they hear the babies yesterday?

It never belonged to them to begin with.

The earth belongs to God.

Matthew 21: 20- 22, Mark 11: 20-23

Jesus seems so much like his daddy,

Like our ancestors

Like our elders

Like our folks n ‘nem.

Like purpose itself.

Don’t it make you make you mad

When you see who you love

Not living in their truth?

Imagine Creator

Creatin’ creation,

That chooses not to be creative.

You might have a few choice words too

Like ya folks,

And elders,

And ancestors

And Jesus

And Creator, Creator's Self

Mark 11: 24-25

If you believe it can happen

You’ right.

And, if ya gwan stand

Remember what Granny taught us.

“Don’t forget from whence you came.”

Too much to have to carry anyway.

Grudge just extra weight at this point.

Ain’t death and life enough?