As a child,
I liked Palm Sunday
more than Easter.
It made more sense to me
than the story later.
The people waving palms
to greet His entrance,
Him smiling back at them,
upon a donkey,
all the while knowing
their imminent betrayal
would soon bring His life to an end.
Their inability to match His love,
even as it sustained them,
His calling for their forgiveness
as His spirit rose to heaven,
This is the Essence of Who He was,
This is the Son of God.
His rising from the dead
in human form,
then to lift into the sky…
to where? outer space?
to a heaven world beyond?
His body once again would die
and turn to dust once more,
David Copperfield, Nick Fury,
or David Blaine might do as much,
But to change human hearts?
to turn their hatred into love
where Kingdoms centuries later would bear His Name?
This is the work of the Promised One,
a Messenger from God,
this is One of the Holy Ones,
the Essence of what is Love.
cfblack 03-28-2021
Doctor Grandma 