Palm Sunday 2020

After the psalms have died away

and the palm leaves dry and

brittle in the dust

have crumbled underfoot; after

the streets have emptied,

crowds drained through doorways,

their thunder spent, a stone heart whispers

still, Hosanna: saviour, save us.

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