#holy week
Signing off for the rest of Holy Week! Will be back probably on but maybe after Easter! Have a blessed Holy Week!❤️✌️
happy palm sunday
I knew a king who went like a beggar,
Who lamented, but who preached words of hope.
His ladies were whores, his lords were lepers,
And all his enemies raged when he spoke.
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He taught us all about earth and heaven,
About the kingdom he reigned upside down.
But my black heart turned twelve to eleven,
I betrayed my king and trampled his crown.
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Then I watched as they tore down his body,
And all this sorrow erupted in me;
When there was no release I could lobby,
I hanged myself from the branch of a tree.
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The blood that he shed was a ransom,
Grace and mercy now pool at my feet.
This phenomenon’s foreign and random,
What king dies for his enemies?
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After the Cross - A Reflection
The house is quiet. They close the door, latch it, and sink down exhausted onto the stone bench. John rises once to make certain the latch is secure, and Mary another time to light the lamp. Outside, people pass in the street. The oil lamp flickers unsteadily. The evening rolls into the night.
“Your veils,” says John, hoarse. “They’re soaked. They’ll stain.”
“I know,” she says. “It’s all right.”
His head droops against her shoulder. A bird is calling softly outside the window. “I don’t know what to do next, mother.”