And what of the colt?

Posted on March 22, 2024 by Rosalind C Hughes

It knew, as animals do,
more than the crowd,
felt beneath its hooves
the blood of the branches,
stones slickened with sap,
the vibrations of voices hungry
for release; heard the heartbeat
of the man astride its back,
how it skipped at times
with fear, at times with joy,
how it lured the beast’s own beat
into its dance. Hosanna,
brayed the donkey:
Saviour, save us!

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.

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