Palm Sunday 2020

Palm Sunday 2020

The palms have been cut
And delivered to our homes
To bring something of
Our past
And, hopefully,
Our future
Into this Passover we call
Our Present

For we, too, were slaves in Egypt

And though the palms are slick green now
By Pentecost
They’ll be brown and dry as the leaves
Of Fall
And next year
They’ll be ashes

But all that is tomorrow

Today, we’ll wave our palms
In front of our screens
And shout our Hosannas out
And pretend not to know

What Friday will bring