Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday,
Day of hands,
Waving, weaving
Talismans

Welcome, Welcome
Into town
On burro’s back
Our hopes abound.

In rows and pews,
Prayer scarves aloft,
We wait the news
And sign the cross

Clasped tightly ‘round
A string of beads
That squeeze the cherish
From our needs.

Holy Holy, Holy Lord
Show me guidance
And reward.

I wander through
The misty veil,
Chasing light,
Both dim and frail.

Faith and Spirit
Keep me on course,
A pulsing, breathing,
Warming force.

In days uncertain
And nights so dark,
They whisk an ember
From a spark.

Palm Sunday
Fan the flame
And blow our breath
​Into His name

4/2/23