Poem based on Matthew 26:14-27:66 Passion Sunday

Ride on Ride on in Majesty

Through the dusty streets

The crowds raise up their voices

And with hosannas greet

The horseman and his mighty legions

Law and order to keep

Solders

Leather, shields and swords

Marching in perfect step

Behind

The one who represents the son of god

His symbol leads the way

All the dignitaries were there

As he entered through the gate

Pilot rode in up the white horse

Onward solders marching

As to war

Ready to keep the peace and any cost

Life was secondary

Marching on in majesty

The flexing imperial power of Rome

On this powder keg celebration

of liberation

and the leaders came to see

on the other end of the holy city

a simple procession

down the hill and through the dusty streets

no armor, helmets or swords

only their voices, cloaks and a few palm branches

to line the way

of the

This is My Son

My Beloved

In whom I am well pleased

Riding on a small gently colt

While the shouts went up

Hosanna to the Son of David

The stones ready to roar

Quiet

Pilot will be sore if he hears

Hosannas from the heart

The stage is set

Majesties ride on

To the climax of the ages

New beginnings, fresh start

Betrayal

A meal

And coins change hands

And soon the beginning of the end

For the son of man

The dark night

Denial

Three times before the dawn

Another procession

A man dripping red

No hosannas this time

Only shame

Only dread

And soon the sound of spikes hammered

And blood being drawn

While silent

From a distance

The people looked on

Jesus remember me in paradise today

Forgive them

It is finished

Some heard him say

The darkness

The earth quake

The curtain torn in two

Hopes dashed and power roared

As the body was laid to rest

The tomb sealed

Life back to normal

And yet

Off in the distance a glimmer of light

Fresh breeze in the air

In the dark early morning

The body wasn’t there….