The king in celebration, on a donkey
entered the holy city, of his ancestor David
with palms and cloaks across the road,
hosannas and singing in the air
Confronting evil in the temple,
coming and going, to reach more people
Sharing the meal, the Passover meal,
in the upper room, with the disciples,
breaking bread, sharing the cup
transforming the mundane
making a new covenant
through his sacrifice
Betrayal and denial,
fear, prayer in the Garden
falling to the Father’s will
Handing himself over to the leaders
to the will of the masses, to Pilate
Scourged and mocked, a crown of thorns
The march to the skull, Golgotha,
The weight of the cross, the pain of the spikes
No air on the cross, bitter wine
darkness, alone, death, the grave
A Holy Week, to bring us back to God
March 21, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
A Holy Week
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