Palm Sunday

sunday morning reflections 2014

Walking early on a spring morning,
pear blossoms in the cool breeze
raining down-
the white petals forming
a carpet across my path.

Memories of another Sunday-
the triumphant march into church,
palms waving
from a tiny white gloved hand.

Hosanna! Hosanna!

3 thoughts on “Palm Sunday

  1. I remember Palm Sundays when I was a kid – we always thought it was so neat to get palm fronds – of course we were typical kids and batted each other with them over the head after service 🙂

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