palm crosses blessed
and waved
sang 'Hosanna'
Said a prayer (or did I mumble?)
had fingers crossed as confessed our sins
my sins
looking to God for forgiveness
and a short memory
for sins past
and life events (failed)
'What greater love than this?'
no need to ask as the nail-pierced hand held mine
safely
assuredly
and then
without warning
there were were
on a journey
donkey with a King on its back
King with stripes on His back for a donkey (that's me)
before the religious leaders (who crucify Him still)
before the Political stooge
the Pilate who ley justice fly in the face of truth and love
before the ersatz king
the horrid who was Herod
And back again
And we cried out
Silently
above the noise of love
our lives
our hearts
our sinful
selfish
cruel ambitions
cried out: 'crucify Him, crucify Him!'
And they did
They bloody well did
gave us exactly what we demanded
and Him
scourged
bleeding
broken
went off to Golgotha
Nailed
Pierced
Broken
mocked
even by the bloke next to Him
(but not the bloke on the other side)
and then
'it is finished'
job's a good 'un
tetelestai
the debt
of sin
cancelled
paid
by THE act of love
Centurion
battle-scarred
seen men die
made men die
standing and watched
impressed?
touched?
guilty?
proclaims the dead
'a righteous man'
'a good bloke?'
'a dead good bloke' perhaps?
and taken down
wrapped up
like a Christmas present?
like an Easter present?
a 'good egg' perhaps?
He's placed in a tomb
game over?
not the Messiah?
without hindsight what would we be thinking
how would we be acting
what would this mean to us
and so
Palm Sunday done
everything on hold
we await
eagerly?
disbelieving?
hoping
for a greater comeback
than winning 5-7 from 4-1 down at half-time
Holy Week
wholly weak
we struggle to
a Good Friday
in the knowledge of
a better Sunday
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