A sonnet for Palm Sunday. You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
Time's Fullness has comes to Jerusalem Rocking a city who wave palms, give praise; Cry, “Son of David!" shout in unison. “Behold our king! To you Hosannas raise!” This sudden coming, to show his power On a donkey's colt, bearing salvation; No longer secret, at last the hour To save, redeem, vindicate the nation. Now is fullness; full of expectation. Rumor become real, promise become plan; "Our enemies kneel! "See revelation! Behold our king! Exalt this Son of Man." Who could reject, not welcome his renown? Who seeing, disown? Deny him his crown? © Randall Edwards 2021.
artwork: abstract tapestry weaving by Jennifer Edwards. http://www.jenniferedwards.com