Palm Sunday Poem

 I do not usually Preach on Palm Sunday since the reading of the Passion is preaching enough but this is a poem reflection I wrote for what I would have said:

Palm Sunday (poem)

Holy week begins with a Hosanna; a cry celebrating

Divine help with moving, waving palms and singing

about how grateful we are. Then a moving to hating

cries of “the hell with him!” Outside the wall taking

in line wishes to place him outside of law, “Crucify!”

Becoming not the hero but the scapegoat, a fall guy

for all of our projections, helping anxiety to justify

why a life beyond our wishes has bid us a goodbye.

Still thinking somebody somewhere has got to pay,

the pullers of power's strings teach us how to bray

hatred for the savior who we are allowed to betray

that in an impotence we do deny, cast a vote to stay.

Ignoring of whose we are myriad son and daughter,

with our feet still damp from the foot washing water,

ready to trade our savior’s life for that of a marauder,

we give in, join the march, be witness to a slaughter

Why did he not fight back, return jeer for jeer, hate

for hate? I know how much ego thrill tis to retaliate

and lash back, How difficult revenge is to repudiate,

at the same time the God inside all us to substantiate.

Cheer and jeer, on same day we do both! Why you'd

think souls get a whiplash nailing him to hardwood?

We have cause to tremble, tremble at cross we stood,

five days later, walking a path to day called “Good”