Time moved slowly, and there was time
to feed and love
to heal them
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.”