My house shall be a house of prayer.
But you have made it a den of robbers.
We can be led astray layer by layer.
Made cynical by the passing years.

I dreamt that the devil might be here.
I could imagine in his hideousness.
But does he exist , is he really here.
Is this fantasy or reasonableness.

I woke and he, it,  an illusion was gone.

Perhaps just a disturbing dream.
Banished by the light of the morn.
Now again I felt part of a spiritual team.

Is the devil here.
No, there is nothing to fear.

…..,

My house of prayer
Shall not be a den of thieves.
Nor shall ours be one

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See Luke 19: 45-48