The Temple Gate Poem by Judith Alekadala

I was shaking with fear,
knowing not what next to hear,
If i had legs i would run,
this is strange,
they dont talk to strangers these!
they are cautious of their ceremonial cleanliness.

they rush into the temple to worship,
and they rush out to their families,
i sit here to ask them some cash,
they usually dropp it in a rush,
then off they go!

When this man said look at us,
i quickly lifted my head up,
i thought this man must have alot to drop,
but he said again;
Gold and silver i have not.

My heart started pounding again,
even harder this time,
why did he stop by?
to kick me out of this temple gate?
where will i go?

He continued to say;
what i have i give you,
in the name of Jesus of Nazarene,
get up, walk!
is he talking about the same Jesus they crucified?

I stood up as he was holding my hand,
if he is mocking me i care little,
am used to mocking,
but i was walking!
Jesus saw me at the temple gate,
before i even knew him.