The end approached. An entrance.
to a new day. The way covered in cloaks
and branches to celebrate. He is amongst us!
Riding astride a foal of an ass, cries
and cheers proclaim, He is here.
Hosanna, praise to the One. He is the Man
The way soon to be paved with His blood;
a flood of regret yet felt,
slowly on a colt to
the city most blessed.
The rest observe and plot.
All to assail His betrayal.
It is not a good time to be a King.
And that’s the thing. When is a good time?
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014