When they asked, smirking, and pulling faces,
'Where is your father, boy? Why
is he not here
at your side?'
And you stopped talking for a moment to say
'God does not dwell in temples,
especially not
this den of thieves,'
I think they were laughing at you,
those wise men.
But they were not
just laughing.
The seed of your death had been planted,
O Lord of the blue skies
and wide
open spaces.
