the march up to His death is my favorite time of year
it sounds insane, deranged, and cruel
but there is camaraderie in mourning
(and i am always mourning)
the crowds that gather their palms to cheer
will soon be on their knees to weep
and i will have company this coming weekend
as faith rolls onto its side, daring to slip over
the weight of death will be carried by all
and there is comfort in the collective sorrow and doubt
and there is strength in the collective awe and joy
that early Sunday morning when the earth yawns
and we realize that all has been restored
in the world.
