Sunday, March 24, 2013

pure and simple

There were no splendid flower bouquets, just simple green palms for waving. No chariot a-blazing, only the steady clip clop of a humble donkey. And the street was paved not in gold, but strewn with the coats of exhilarated onlookers. The details of Palm Sunday are magnificent in their simplicity. I can imagine the animal's coarse hair and tender brown eyes, sharp fronds snapping, the jumbled textile path. Somehow the tiniest details are seared into our consciousness when life is turned upside down and inside out with joy and hope. It's how we keep the miracle alive.

1 comment:

My Little Bungalow said...

Beautifully said.