PALM SUNDAY

A mob’s the same in any age
fickle, shouting, filled with rage.
Ready to love, ready to hate
they welcomed Jesus at the gate
waving palms, Hosannas loud
a surging, eager, hopeful crowd…

who hung him from a cross…

© Maureen Sudlow

Palm Sunday

‘so they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet Him, shouting, “Hosanna!  Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord – ”
John 12:13

CALIFORNIAN CUZZIES

foraging along the fence-line
a quiver of quails
in grey morning coats
and feathered fascinators
creating small dust bowls
among the dried grass
reaching the bushes
in staccato dashes

© Maureen Sudlow

– a heap of Californian Quails out by the fence last night.  If you look closely at that first photo you’ll see the bushes are full of them.  Hard to catch though – they move in quick darts..

(click on any photo for more detail)

THE END OF THE SONG

kiwiskan:

an old one from 2012 that you might like

Originally posted on kiwissoar:

You give me songs to strengthen my heart
hold back the darkness when courage is gone
when fear and dismay would tear me apart
the words and the song lead me on
Music has power to lighten the load
your light shows the path travelling home
My voice may falter as I travel this road
but your voice sings a love that is strong.
A counter to tears and humanity’s hate
the poor and the lame who throng on the way
you gave us light in the form of your Son
who brings hope in the heat of the day.

Pilgrims walk on though the road may be long
Rapture is there at the end of the song.

© Kiwiskan

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