Happy are those
Who do not follow the advice of the wicked
Or take the path that sinners tread
Or sit in the seat of scoffers
In the beginning
I held high a palm
[Am I doing it right?
My arm is getting tired.]
In springtime cool weather
A proud child
Celebrating Palm Sunday
With others
I sang and swayed
Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
As we processed
Into church
Celebrating
Palm Sunday
Decades of life later
I held high a sign
[Hell no, we won’t go
Bring our boys home]
In springtime cool weather
An angry college student
Protesting war
With my friends
I sang and swayed
We shall not,
We shall not be moved
As we were
Carried off to jail
Protesting
War
Decades of life later
I held high a sign
[They called B.S.
We betta listen]
In springtime cool weather
A retired professor
Protesting gun violence
With thousands
I sang and swayed
We shall not,
We shall not be moved
As we moved ourselves
Marching for our lives
Protesting
Gun violence
One morning later
I held high a palm
[Jesus silent before Pilate
Emma silent before crowds]
In springtime cool weather
An uncertain Catholic
Celebrating Passion Sunday
With other worshippers
I sang and swayed
Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
As we processed
Into church
Celebrating
Passion Sunday
Signs raised in protest
Palms raised in hope
Echoes reverberate
Growing stronger
We shall not,
We shall not be moved
We shall not,
We shall not be moved
Like a tree planted by the waters
Which yield their fruit in its season
And their leaves do not wither
We shall not be moved
The wicked are not so
But are like chaff that the wind drives away…
For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous
But the way of the wicked shall perish