As I began to write for God I started the journey with a series of poems that spoke of various events in the Gospels. These have developed over the years to become stories that have been published in my novel Witnesses. But some have remained as poems even though they are blank verse rather than rhyme. I wrote Palms several years ago. Perhaps there were people in the crowd that day who felt like this …
I was there the day he rode into Jerusalem.
I heard the cries of the crowd long before I saw him.
Such excitement from my fellow countrymen.
For a moment my heart thrilled
With the idea that this may be
At last – riding on a war-horse
Proud and mighty, leading a huge army
to bring us to freedom from the hated Roman Empire. ***
Yes, I was there the day he rode into town.
So much noise from the crowd,
But still I couldn’t see him.
Such jubilation from the children of Jerusalem.
For a moment my pulse rate rose
As I imagined I heard them cry
Could it be? Coming with pomp and ceremony
to free us from our masters, the oppression of Rome? ***
Well … I saw him as he rode into Jerusalem.
I joined the crowd as they greeted him.
Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!
A man – riding in home-spun clothing.
Riding into the City of Zion.
I cut palm branches to lay before him.
And for a moment my heart thrilled
When he rode past me – filling me with love.
A man – riding on a donkey – to free us from our sin. ***
The Pharisees wondered who he really was.
… Messiah …