Palm Sunday

Palm branches stretch wide in joyful honor,
their praises rooted deep in the soil:
life sprung from the richness of ashes,
a shower of leaves falling, returning to dust,
our humanity on full and foolish parade:
with each breath of hosannas
our best ovation to God’s glory and
our highest hopes for an easy salvation.
Let the rocks give their uncomplicated praise
but we bring the glory of our mortality —
ringing with life coated in dust and
with ashes that form and fashion life’s beauty
— all in adoration to the One on a donkey
who delights and disappoints us,
who meets us as we sing boisterously,
who walks with us as the palms crumble to ash.


3 thoughts on “Palm Sunday

  1. Hosanna! We slow down to a donkey’s pace.
    Hosanna! Majesty has a new face.
    Hosanna! Standing face to face.
    Hosanna! The song of love and life is sung with cracked, heartfelt, joyful voices.

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