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A sparrow calls as the sun comes up
in a world that overflows with pain.
I’ve been crying all night.

The fog dances,
tears staining my cheek, making it itch
with contrition. My eyes are puffy, red.

The process is a logical progression
like the faith that leads to hope, then hopefully
upward toward love. The sparrow,
who now flies toward the brush,
welcomes the warm light of the sun without

knowing (anything) about me,
without knowing that the salt of
repentance brought me to this place,
where today I am a winter tree: Dormant
yet pregnant with the germ of forgiveness.

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first published in Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

So the disciples went and did as Jesus told them. They brought the donkey and the colt, then they laid their cloaks on their backs and he took his seat on them. Great crowds of people spread their cloaks on the road, while others were cutting branches from the trees and spreading them in his path. The crowds who went in front of him and those who followed were all shouting:
Hosanna to the son of David!
Blessed is he who is coming in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest heavens!

John 21: 6-9

“. . . Christus auf Palmesel (Christ on palm-donkey) is a fourteenth-century sculpture . . . made to be pulled on a cart in the Palm Sunday procession. . . . As he rides into Jerusalem surrounded by people shouting ‘hossana,’ cutting branches from trees and spreading them in his path (Matt. 21:8), Jesus appears completely concentrating on something else. . . . He sees beyond the noise and movement to what is ahead of him: an agonizing journey of betrayal, torture, crucifixion, and death. His unfocused eyes see what nobody around him can see; . . . There is melancholy, but also peaceful acceptance. There is insight into the fickleness of the human heart, but also immense compassion. There is a deep awareness of an unspeakable pain to be suffered, but also a strong determination to do God’s will. Above all, there is love, an endless, deep, far-reaching love born from an unbreakable intimacy with God and reaching to all people, whoever they are, were, or will be. . . . There is nobody he does not fully love.”

to read the rest of this devotional see Show Me the Way: Daily Lenten Readings by Henri Nouwen

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