By Rev Micah G Hartung
A triumphal entry that Holy man made,
moving forward a path of branches they laid.
They said He had come to set us free,
to bind the corruption, injustice and greed.
Some in the crowd looked familiar to me,
the paralytic, the blind and the deaf were now free.
The woman with the issue of blood was now clean
and she walked with her head held high as a queen.
The fisherman, farmers and tax collectors one
followed that carpenter known as God's Son.
The children brought back from death as we know
carried a message of love as they ran to and fro.
The scowlers and doubters were all perched there,
they scoffed at the crowd as they sensed their despair.
They sought to bring this carpenter's demise
but could not stop the hosannas they cried.
As night fell the Passover Feast would begin,
and the loved ones of Jesus could not see the end.
They ate and drank and told stories until late,
then drifted to sleep peaceful, full of the meal they ate.
Many years later in my mind's eye I see,
this parade I have described and in it was me.
Me, the observer of this One they called great,
felt touched in my soul and healed of my hate.
