Palm Sunday. A day meant for poetry.

        Royal Palm

How blessed are you, Palm Tree!

You held sway with the crowd that

welcomed our Lord Jesus into town in triumph.

Your flailing fronds heralded His arrival

with waves of praise.

Your lofty branches knelt down to become

the carpet for His victory procession.

Your royal trunk bowed down in humble obesisance as He passed by.

How blessed are you, Palm Tree, to sing hosanna to your Creator.

Sing, Palm Tree, sing!

Sing to the one who would be scourged by a sinister switch.

Bend, Palm Tree, bend!

Bend to the one who would be tied to a traitor tree.

Kneel, Palm Tree, kneel!

Kneel to the one who holds the rod that will measure us all.

Kneel to the one who holds us in the palm of His hand.