Monday, April 6, 2009

For Palm Sunday

There on the road
where many have gone out to meet you –
we now go.

Our eyes will widen when we realize this road
will see you through your suffering.
We are incomplete.
And it is as though you have resurrected
the ashes and turned them into palms (not
the other way around, like we do
these days);
now we wave them at you,
now we celebrate our redemption (and oh, how green!)
You are the Restorer,
and we, the restored.

I can feel your favour: it streams through
as chlorophyll – bringing me into being;
like something lush, and vibrant, and new each morning.
It streams through as blood running
from heart to vein;
you help me to breathe.

Now we breathe you,
Sensing you most acutely in
that which gives us life.

Now we lay ourselves
down on the road before you.

Will you be lifted by our submission?

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