A moment of celebration
raise your hands, wave the palms
Palms together, clap your hands,
No palmistry to understand
when they raise you up
they’ll drop you down.
Get ready to sup and pray some.
Silver’s exchanged for a soul
just thirty little pieces.
The whole world pivots around
this moment of celebration,
before the coming devastation.
But after grief,
Relief. and
Peace.
.
.
A little Palm Sunday poem for you.
Shawn L. Bird 
Palm-tastic! (and poem-tastic, too.)
lol
One can’t beat oneself with the palms of one’s hands, as one can with palm fronds.
I imagine that’s true!
I’ve never tried beating myself with palm fronds, though I have some experience with birch branches (that’s a Finnish thing- very aromatic in a sauna).
A glorious sunny Palm Sunday we had here as well:)
Where is ‘here’ Cheryl-Lynn?
Great poem, feel I may need to “borrow” it! 👏👏👏
lol. Feel free.
Waving my palms now..thank you, Shawn 🙂
My pleasure! Thanks for stopping by!
You’re welcome, always a pleasure!
What a lovely poem about Palm Sunday…so beautiful!
Thank you, Silvia!