They made the old Shop-Ko
into a church, now waiting in
line for the Eucharist, now
purchasing a brand new life
that wasn’t made somewhere
in China. This church may
never go out of business, as
long as there is a harried
mother who brings in her
toddlers, screaming for
forgiveness, screaming with
spirit and pushing her cart,
the ones the women of
Jerusalem used selling baskets,
selling scarves. The temples
are now over-turned, the money-
lenders from Shop-Ko, now
it is a place of worship again.
This is what Jesus wanted,
the capitalists turning to saints,
like Paul. This is the place where
if you lay your money down,
the road rises up in gold.
This is where they have a
change of heart, shopping for
believers, for an empty soul,
shopping for less and less junk.
into a church, now waiting in
line for the Eucharist, now
purchasing a brand new life
that wasn’t made somewhere
in China. This church may
never go out of business, as
long as there is a harried
mother who brings in her
toddlers, screaming for
forgiveness, screaming with
spirit and pushing her cart,
the ones the women of
Jerusalem used selling baskets,
selling scarves. The temples
are now over-turned, the money-
lenders from Shop-Ko, now
it is a place of worship again.
This is what Jesus wanted,
the capitalists turning to saints,
like Paul. This is the place where
if you lay your money down,
the road rises up in gold.
This is where they have a
change of heart, shopping for
believers, for an empty soul,
shopping for less and less junk.
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