Palm Sunday

Astride the colt and claimed as King

that Sunday morning in the spring,

he passed a thornbush flowering red

that one would plait to crown his head.

He passed a vineyard where the wine

was grown for men of royal line

and where the dregs were also brewed

into a gall for Calvary’s rood.

A purple robe was cast his way,

then caught and kept until that day

when, with its use, a trial would be

profaned into a mockery.

His entourage was forced to wait

to let a timber through the gate,

a shaft that all there might have known

would be an altar and a throne.

~Marie Post