They ran eagerly, spreading their cloaks on the road as Jesus came,
waving palm branches and shouting
“Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.”
This surely would signal the beginning of their deliverance,
and the ending of their oppression, sorrow, and shame.
What’s this? No mighty horse or chariot?
Only a man riding a lowly donkey,
His feet almost grazing the ground as He makes His way
to Jerusalem,
and to the mystery
that it would be through suffering that healing comes,
through His shame, that dignity is restored,
and through His cross that powers are disarmed,
and death done away with
forever.
Blessed are we, even here in the shadow of our unknowing,
where the light of His glory slants low on our path,
because for now there is hope and beauty and love.
and for this moment anyway, it is enough.
Thank you for speaking truths It is not always easy to hear
I love Palm Sunday. It is my favorite lesson to teach to first & second graders. These tiny humans can so easily understand the excitement, the shouting, the parade! But my adult heart knows what is to come. I know what the week ahead brings. I know that the shouts of Hosanna will turn to tears. But yet . . . there is light beyond the darkness. So we endure, waiting to celebrate again. Thank you for this beautiful prayer that embodies the mixed bag of emotions that is Holy Week.