lenten journal: palm sunday
We stood in a circle
in the sunshine on the
patio where we had waved
palm fronds barely an hour
before; now we were sharing
bread and wine, basking
in the brilliant spring shine,
our solemn ritual exposed,
on purpose, made public,
taken outdoors, alive;
our ministers in stoles
and sunglasses.
The future’s so sacred,
we gotta wear shades.
Peace,
Milton
2 comments:
Sounds great. Reminds me of the year we celebrated Palm Sunday in the local shopping centre
I love this. You ought to consider participating in the Poem A Day challenge at Poetic Asides.
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