But just in case we need to get in one more Lent poem out of the way. Here is an old one with the accompanying painting below.
Of course, I sort of skipped Palm Sunday which was a few days ago: Celebrated by children for thousand of years with the waving of Palms. This is one of my favorite holidays, so I'll squeeze in an extra poem. Jesus entered Jerusalem on the donkey on the annual celebration where children waved palms and sang Hosanna. What a wonderful parade that must have been when the children who loved Jesus sang the song to him and all the crowd followed with the hope of crowning him king.
I imagine there are very few people in history who didn't accept a kingship when offered one. Jesus did. He was already the King for a different kind of Kingdom than everyone realized--a backwards one were servants ruled through humility.
Spring is the best time to imagine this peaceable kingdom when hope blooms everwhere. I love the Isaiah version of the peaceable kingdom where there is so little war, every weapon is melted down and reformed into gardening tools. And children, lion, lambs and every animal are playmates in a garden of growing
Victory road on to the next pass.