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Palms in their hands
waving in the hot air
sights and sounds,
expectation, excitement
“Here he comes!”
the healer, the prophet,
the Messiah, a king
for the poor, for the people
triumphal entry
into the Holy City
a rain of cloaks, of robes
of palms
falling under his feet
carpeting the dusty road
cushioning the steps
of the royal parade

April 2, 2007 11:00
Luke 19:29-40

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