In celebration of palm sunday, here's a poem by Marianne Dorman.
Near a gate of Jerusalem
A smallish,
almost non-descript
donkey stood tethered.
None seemed to want him
until two men approached.
They looked and then nodded.
He will do nicely.
A fellow nearby shouted,
“What are you doing?”
For our Master’s need
to ride this donkey.
Jesus patted this smallish beast,
Climbed on his back
To the donkey’s delight.
“Where am I going?” he thought?
To his astonishment, shouts
clamoured about his ears
palm branches tickled his side.
Who is on my back?
My feet took my rider
Over cobblestones to the temple
He patted me on my back
A job well done!
Sometime later
A passer-by said, “Look!”
A cross this donkey has
marked clearly on his back.
I had my triumphal hour,
A honour no other had.
Carrying the Saviour of the world
To cleanse his Father’s temple.
"BLESSED IS HE WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD"
Matthew 23:39
