Palms Sunday

We remember how you put palms in our hands,

palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once

tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh.

Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash

Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped.

We consider all our sins like deadly viruses on these hands caught.

Palm of our hands are dirty cursed hands that infect

tap tap tapping on our keyboard and screen without effect

faking loving and contact with people alone and unseen

palms of our hands we proudly think of as clean

dropping and depressed alone weary and lean

We shake fist in judgement at the sight of your open hands

we cannot see palms of justice nor palms of mecy’s command

so tap tap tapping as we bang shout at door and demand

“What are you doing God? Why is death creeping  across the land?”

Palms of your hands , oh the palms of your hands too far away to see!!!

Cannot believe they are surrendered , bruised crushed , stretched , nailed to a tree!

yet , now and then , we heal without knowing or holding the palm of your hands

palms of love, palms of compassion that have roots from Eden to the plank

Burrowing driving digging demanding justice rank upon rank

Yet tap tapping bleeds love from the nails in the palm of your hand.

Where you reply to us by your justice these palms from Mercy’s command

Tap tapping at every soul bent across sick shore and sick land

“where were you child when I killed my son like a lamb?

see you were here  child , then  as now , in the palm of my hand”

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“Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands,”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭26:67‬ ‭KJV‬‬

 “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭49:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“Indeed before the day was, I am He; And there is no one who can deliver out of the palm of My hand; I work, and who will reverse it?””

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43:13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

 

 

Easter Octave

1.

Silly Lilly ,  Look away from me

your gaze of purity will not set me free!

turn your face to the altar where you belong

where joy is real and saints write songs!

2.

Oh silly Lilly Look away from me!

Silly Lilly Look to Him who made you to “be”

turn your face lest I make you blush

or your shofar shape break this sacred hush

and all the faithful flee in a fear filled rush!

3.

Oh Silly Lilly look away from me!

Silly Lilly you may drink my tears lest they see

How I weep seeing Jesus when you look at me.

Far from me , He looks so pure , true and right

Silly Lily now  look away from me, the dark  of night!

4.
Oh Silly Lilly , you see within

I’m not like you , in this common dirt, I toil and spin…

I am tangled in roots of  doubt and grief and sin.

Oh Silly Lilly please stop your steadfast stare!

speaking to me how you too were once buried and bare!

5.

Silly Lilly did you really have the same conception?

Were you too  buried dead hoping for a resurrection?

Silly Lilly today I consider  you more and more.

But, you  look not away , you do not blush or ignore

You speak with tongues of angels as I just sit in hope to adore.

6.

Silly Lilly your stem does not break bow or bend

When He comes with blood , water, fire and wind.

Silly Lilly You keep your watch at my tearing soul

While His glimpse goes past you and I lose control.

I bend, I bow, I break beneath His unveiled scroll.

7.

Silly Lilly , Jesus is coming past your unshakable pose.

I see His walk, His way, His words, His woos and His woes.

He comes past you oh Lily of this Valley of Death below!

He comes to me a creature small grounded like a worm so low!

8.

Silly Lilly now look and see

He has come in all His purity. . . . He really is here to set me free!

Face to face on this altar I with you  belong

Where joy is real and saints write songs.

Referring to the Risen Christ and His Words

  • “Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!”
    ‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:27-28‬ ‭ESV‬‬
    http://bible.com/59/luk.12.27-28.esv