Procession

A procession through the streets.
Crowd riled up,
peasants crying out.
Lots of symbolism:
royal power, humility.
Chatter among the onlookers.
Who is this? What is his story?
Murmuring of a king.
The One Who Is There.
Momentous, yet promising
more to come.
A current of fear and wonder,
a current of shifting loyalties,
a river changing course.
Shouting. Passion.
An energy moves through the crowd,
a wave, a disturbance,
like ocean waves,
crashing in, washing out.
The feeling of being caught up, carried,
borne.
We wield our palm branches,
our crowns of thorns,
shout out with the crowd,
“Hosanna!”
“Crucify!”
The waves move through us,
the river, sparkling, flows.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

March 22, 2021