In the fields
on the outskirts
of Jerusalem,
a weary one sighs
and whispers,
“You are my God.”
Bending down,
he picks up a palm branch…
broken and bent,
much like his spirit.
For that reason alone,
he holds onto it,
dragging the branch along
as he walks,
making what looks like
to anyone else
a path
in the dirt
outside of Jerusalem.
THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE ...
There is a growing crowd,
whispering,
murmuring,
shouting,
hopeful,
angry,
confused,
waiting,
watching.
THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE ...
Among the others
is the one with the
bent branch
and the broken spirit.
Yes, caught up in the crowds,
I can be found ...
and you as well,
tightly holding onto
our own palm branch.
We wait …
for some unknown reason
we wait.
The path
into Jerusalem
remains,
brushed in the dirt
by a palm branch.
Why are we waiting?
Shhh…
THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE
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