Palms

Palm CrossJust a stroke,
so tenderly embraced
and then laid,
strowed,
under foot, under hoof,
a carpet and canopy
for an entering King.
How easy to rip from the bough
an instrument
of worship.

Just a stroke,
so fiercely stretched
and then nailed.
Impail,
in foot, in hand;
obeisance forced
on the one who is King.
How easy to hang on the bough
an instrument
of salvation.

Peter Ould
Palm Sunday

24th March 2013

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  • Thank you, Peter. Palm Sunday moved me rather more than usual this year. And this was part of it. I just found trying to comment and say so from my phone was technologically challenging. Thank you!