On this day and long ago,
he rode into a different town.
The beginning of an end
to make us whole
without our sin for blame.
Why so brutal and a savage death?
His simple words to remember,
there is no privilege to be earned
just passionate love surrendered.
Today is Palm Sunday.
Spring made a short stay of it. A little rain this morning turned into a snowy, wind howling storm.
If you are interested in learning more about this poem, please visit my blog Be Still… and click on Palm Sunday, Frozen.