Palm Sunday

 This was written for our fortnightly 9am service yesterday. Sorry it's a bit late!

In the dewbright morning, we waited.

In the stillness of dawn, we paused

to catch our breath. The day began

in silence. Then came a rumbling,

A clattering, a movement

in the air; He was coming.

We stripped branches from the trees

Tore the clothes from our backs

Expressing both our penitance

And our praise. We inhaled the Spring air

Filling our lungs with its sweetness

Ready to shout; ready to sing.

The stones at our feet chittered, stirred

by the steps of so many.

And then he was amongst us; and we felt

the wonder, the wonder, the wonder. We cried out

‘Hosanna!’ and ‘Blessed!’ – our language inadequate

to welcome the Word made flesh. We sang

until our throats were raw – wanting more breath

to revel in He who breathed life into this poor dust.

We threw our coats before him, wanting somehow

To cocoon and swaddle him, embracing the man

Who came stripped of all dignity

Who journeyed inexorably towards his death.

And then He was gone; passed by

Whilst we stood there, waiting.

This moment had been but a pause before a storm

A moment of mayhem, that was somehow

a moment of calm. We had wanted a little longer

Time to come to terms; time to understand.

Time to align our desires and passions

With His. We are still waiting

Waiting

Still.

TAW Easter 2013