Hope enters in, a palm branch in each hand,
The seraph-wind bends low to kiss the ground,
The stones would sing, should voices cease to stand—
The Ancient Light on colt rides toward His crown.
The children's cries, hosannas on the air,
Are whispers born of heaven's gentle flame;
Each rustling palm a prayer, a heart laid bare,
That dares to hope beneath Yeshua's name.
Behold, the Lamb through gates of Zion strides,
O Tree foreseen in Eden's dream, revealed;
He comes not armed with sword, but love that bides,
And bears the cross where death itself is healed.
O soul, take heart—this path of palm and tree
Is tread by Love, who dies to set thee free.
Painting: The Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, by Félix Louis Leullier (1811–1882)
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A lovely write for a special day most timely. Well written.
A wonderful write beautifully written
Palm Sunday sonnet prettily written and perfectly delivered with excellent timing. Beautifully rendered with superb imagery and a haunting poignancy, tis thought-provoking indeed. Thank you for sharing.
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