Echo

(thoughts approaching Easter 1)


Christmas:

Thirty three years gone:
travelling with a donkey
and no company.
Mapped by prophecy,
Bethlehem's candles
sight in the night -
the end of the journey.
Toward a woman in pain,
and a birth.
Visitors will celebrate.




Palm Sunday:

Thirty three years on:
riding on a donkey
in thronged company
mapped by prophecy.
Jerusalem's jaws
gape ahead
the end of a road.
Toward a woman's pain
and new birth.
Visitors will celebrate.