Palm Sunday

When Jesus and his disciples had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, "Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, just say this, `The Lord needs them.' And he will send them immediately." This took place to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet, saying,

"Tell the daughter of Zion,
Look, your king is coming to you,
humble, and mounted on a donkey,
and on a colt, the foal of a donkey."

The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them; they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting,

"Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest heaven!

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When he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was in turmoil, asking, "Who is this?" The crowds were saying, "This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth in Galilee." Matthew 21:1-11

Palm Sunday

I find our again how wrong I can be

how set in my ways refusing to celebrate

new ways and new moments for fear

it means all mine are long past.

This joy will quickly turn to horror

people who flocked to see the Messiah

will scream to have him crucified

I am sure I might have been part of the crowd.

We find a comfort in our religious practices

but they can become a noose a cross

which chokes out all possible relationships

we fear having to change our wretched ways.

Oh let me dive deep into this passion

let me wallow in the torment and misunderstanding

that I might raise my head and see the cross

as new life even for the likes of me.