Palm Sunday, spring

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         

Buds emerge on trees
unimpressing the snow, falling
on the first day of spring.

They are patient: they know.
They slowly open their hands anyway,
waving palms to the hidden sun.

Green living things know
the difference between what is passing
and what is coming.

Jesus rides into the frozen city,
sure. Yes, they will kill him,
but it is already spring.

 

Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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