A Poem for Sunday

Palm Sunday, 2005 Today you stood Behind the desk And spoke of Christ the King: A King of Peace, Meek and Mild, A Donkey-Rider. But that is not What you meant. Today you said He brings a peace Just like our own: With white flags Of surrender or Red flags soaked In rebel blood. Have you never Seen his cross? The Donkey-rider, Bludgeoned By palms and Brazen Hosannas, Scorns our war And our peace for sacrifice; Scorns our weapons for five wounds Scorns our blood for his.