Poem: A Living Procession

palms
Palm Branches

This Palm Sunday poem was commissioned by Northminster Presbyterian Church in Endwell, New York.

It was a tremendous procession.
Shouts of praise erupted from every direction and
Muti-colored layers of clothing splattered the ground —
Can you imagine?
Two miles of stretched out garments.
Palm branches waved through the air and
Children ran alongside the gathered crowd—
Can you imagine?
He is coming.

He enters the scene,
his arrival greeted by the arrival of a community,
all in a frenzy, fully energized, and fully alive.

It was a political procession.
Shouts of “Hosanna!” erupted from every direction and 
Multi-layered hopes greeted every step upon the ground —
Can you imagine?
“Save us!” they cried.
A colt descends from the Mount of Olives and
The crowd sets its sites on Jerusalem —
Can you imagine?
“Blessed is the one who comes
in the name of the Lord!”

He enters the scene,
his arrival initiating an alternative Kingdom,
all in a frenzy, fully energized, and fully alive.

It was an ironic procession.
Shouts of declaration erupted from every direction and
Multi-faceted claims of authority rose from the ground of their being —
Can you imagine?
Here is our King.
His gaze takes in the city as his destination and
Those in power wait to capture and crucify —
Can you imagine?
This King will die.

He will enter another scene,
his arrival greeted by a cross after abuse, torture, shame, and loss,
after this frenzy, fully energized, and fully alive.

And where are we?
Do we dare join this procession?
Knowing that it leads to heartache?
Knowing that it leads to death

And where is he?
Does he invite into this procession still?
Knowing that it leads us to the heart of God?
Knowing that death does not have the last word?

We follow him once more,
knowing that the things worth dying for
are the very things worth living for
Love
Peace
Justice
Wholeness

the things worth dying for
are the very things worth living for

Love
Peace
Justice
Wholeness

Living, yes,
Living, yes!
Living
in a frenzy, fully energized, and fully alive.

Renee Roederer

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