Truth be told, Jesus,

There are lots of tables that need overturning

in our lives;

Beneath the veneer of respectability

the tidy rows and neat regulations

hide dark addictions and angry judgements

hungry greeds and heartless rejections


We know the pain – and so do those around us –

of keeping up the facade;

What a relief it would be to have it all

upset, smashed, scattered, destroyed


So, perhaps, Jesus, today you could pay us a visit

and help us to radically rearrange

the furniture of our lives