The palm branches are no more
and the garments have been gathered -
the dust of a Jerusalem road
no doubt still on them.
The question of the day
brings about more thought
than answers ...
"Who do you say that I am?"
The question is clear ....
the disciples have seen
and heard
and walked with this man
and yet one among them
wants a messiah
of his own desires,
not the Messiah
who entered into lives
with teachings of justice
and healings of spirit and body ...
not the One who resolutely
walked toward Jerusalem
with dust-covered sandals
and approached the city
riding on a lumbering donkey.
"How many coins? Thirty?"
There are plans and preparations today ...
A room is being prepared.
Coins are being counted.
Crosses are visible
only on the horizon
of thoughts.
"What is happening on this day?
What should we make of it all?”
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