February 04, 2015
After Christmas brings a quiet journey
away from frankincense and gold,
and onto a resolve for myrrh.
Then we stop our March,
look into April's early eyes,
assemble a parade, and beat
the banter from our hollowed chests.
Here comes our donkey-saddled Savior!
But until that river of blood
flows again through my heart's liturgy,
I will count the cost, keep on
the light, and relish with Mary
at the feet of my dear Jesus as he
turns his face toward Jerusalem.
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