It is Palm Sunday.
My heart, broken and sore,
cries softly: Hosanna, Lord.
In the folds of life-endings,
the untidy mess of rejection,
and the throes of new beginnings—
stuttering and shaky—
my Hosanna is soft.
Unlike the noise of the throngs,
I throw no garments for His donkey.
I simply lay my pieces down
for the One who can put them back.
For the Mender who rides a colt,
for the Healer who knows this loss,
for the Keeper and the Lifter,
I lay them all down.
I scan them as if they are not my own
and softly cry into the deep:
Hosanna, Lord.
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Poeticdiplo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Note to the reader: Hosanna is a deeply felt cry meaning LORD save us! In modern church culture it’s been erroneously translated into a shout of praise, the throngs who cried it as recorded in the Bible were looking to Jesus for salvation from Roman occupation.
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Comments2
A metaphoric poetic religious expression most appropriate for the time of the year. Well written
Good write P.
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