Mary and I took part in the Bethlehem Marathon yesterday and I was inspired to write this poem.
Palm Sunday
Here He comes, Lion King
Strangely becoming Easter Lamb
Riding his donkey tank
Firing shells of rose petals into the ranks of armed aggression.
Blessed is He who comes in the name of sacrificial love.
Here he comes, breaker of walls
Crowned with every barb-ed strand of razor wire
That separates us. The bloodied hero,
Demolishing every last bit of our cruel enmity
Making every last adversary our brother or sister, in love.
I hammered alone with naked, bloodied hands,
Unable to break through
Those towering concrete walls of separation.
He came with His bag of dynamite power
That fathered every distant star,
which created the beauty of each tiny flower.
Every last tear is gathered into His bottle,
Every tiny drop of protest, every last footstep of a walk of
peace,
He joins into a mighty irresistible flood,
Breaking through every last barrier of separation
And turning every warring enemy
Into His very own loving, eternal friend.
