Readying myself for Palm Sunday today I sat with John’s gospel and Luke’s account of Palm Sunday. Easter is fast approaching again and I couldn’t help but be touched by this image and all that must have been happening for Jesus at this time.
A Palm Sunday poem
When the cheering stops
Comes silence,
Quiet heartbreak,
Sleeplessness,
Aloneness,
Awake to my darkest fears,
Sadness, tinged with anticipation,
The harsh words of condemnation,
From my own kind
And, from within,
The passions
of jealousy,
Overrule what is right,
To make way for love,
The journey beginning,
Here
Right now
Where I am
Where I don’t want to be,
But, where love is,
On a donkey,
Waiting for fronds
To become spears.
