INRI

Time moved slowly, and there was time

to teach
to laugh
to feed and love
to heal them
and myself.

So long ago, yet only days since I rode these streets
on my small steed
and heard, as from a distance,
“Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!”

Now unkind voices crowd me, and only pain
makes them still.

Still I pray that this is a healing, too.
Please, Abba, let the whiplash and mockery of robe and crown
tell the world in all the time to come

“I bear this weight, but so must you.”

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