Sunday, April 5, 2020

Palm Sunday 2020 - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Palm Sunday 2020

Palm Sunday – but there are no palms at all
Except the ones we are to wash frequently
Like Pontius Pilate singing “Happy Birthday”
While his Roman Jeeves holds a silver bowl

There will be no procession from the parking lot
And into the church, singing out of sequence
Because those in the back of the procession
Cannot hear those in the front to keep time

But time itself is out of time today
There is no triumph - except in being alive

2 comments:

wk kortas said...

A Roman Jeeves, now there's an image.

A wonderful paean to the simple nobility of carrying on. The mass has ended, peace be with you.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Gratias! Et cum spiritu tuo.