The call went out; a streaming rush of
mouth to mouth elaboration sounding His arrival.
He is here!
Those who did not understand Him,
who adored His reputation,
who dreamt for years of their own
these jubilant and screaming folk
grabbed neighbors, kin and
flung themselves into His path.
Yes, all of these who at week's end
would each do their important part to kill him,
now fell upon each other,
squeezing in their shouting selves
to welcome home this Liberator
who upon an all too modest beast,
crept along a dusty twisting road into Jerusalem.
Mistaken for a grand parade of gleeful ceremony,
He in fact, lay in state, even then,
as He displayed His corpse to those who
wrapped this colt and paved His path
with their own clothes;
and together they rehearsed the march
which soon would snake its lonely way
into the cemetery.
Copyright (c) 2008 Gary Brown