He boldly went on a bewildered donkey,
batting the flies as they settled to feed on
both their faces. The long ears of the ass
twitching and both hearts fast beating
as the crowds around cried,”Hosanna!”
The strewed garments grimy and torn
by flocks of people waving branches,
claiming the humble man as their king,
hoping that he would take up arms,
fight their cause, banish the Romans.
He tried to unclench his teeth and let go,
smelled the fresh scent of broken palms,
and touched the dark, rough haired, long
eared head. They began to walk slowly,
plodding down the long, grave strewn hill.
He felt the eyes from the armed ramparts,
He lifted his dark brown eyes and looked,
The famed golden gates open, beckoning,
his gentle mouth fixed, his bowels churning,
Judas turns, smiling, his shouts the loudest,
The cool streets embraced the eager crowds.
He dismounted and sent the donkey away,
forever marked as a sign of suffering love.
Walking up the hill, the temple beckons
and they’re waiting on his every word.
‘Silence the citizens,’ called the objectors,
‘ Hush them? Remember the seeing stones
violence, lechery, cheating, killing they know.
For the stones will cry out from the wall,
calling God’s Kingdom of mercy and grace.
Thirsty he drank thankfully, Mary saw his need,
clearing his head, he reached out to heal,
to answer their questions, tell short stories,
think creatively when they try to box him in,
and then to Bethany, solace, peace and rest.