Sunday, April 10, 2011


Fear not, daughter of Zion;
behold, your king is coming,
sitting on a donkey’s colt!”

John 12:15

I am the one
that carried your Saviour
who couldn't save you,
and whom you could not save
into that city
of blood and meat.
The street
was narrow and
I had to tread carefully
not to drop the heavy load
burdened with a light heart.
Your savior was lost!
With bags under his eyes
and the constant din in his ears
He held the tears in his clenched teeth
and in his fist --
he hid his forefathers' lust
as he saw you: those he was meant to save.
through the tears of pity and disgust!

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