The Mount of Olives,
the site of a small commission
and a necessary obedience:
two disciples dispatched
to acquire a colt in
shall we say
a questionable manner.
And soon thereafter
all is set for a demonstration
of power and humility
intertwined.
Enter our carpenter-king
who calls the dead to life
who silences the roiling sea
who gives vision to the blind
yet does not seem to mind
riding atop a borrowed ass.
A living, breathing paradox
he willingly approaches
the scene of the crime to be.
Come! Die with me,
he invites us
and drunk on the power
we have witnessed
we follow.
But what do we do
with the love that
held the Lord of Lords to the cross
in blood and agony
he could easily
have wiped away
simply by stepping down
and leaving us to pay
for our own sins?
How can we begin
to respond to that?
We bow our heads
our hearts, our knees.
Luke 19:28–40, Philippians 2:5–11