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

 

 

My Valentine

In memory of meeting my first love, Jesus, on February 14 , 1986
Grace Church ,Tallahassee ,Florida

I met you on a pew

one Valentine’s Day .

From saying I never knew you .

Never trusted or cared to .

I came to the back pew

one Valentines Day .

Preachers teachers and offering keepers

Tried to tell me about you.

Tried to tell me to like you.

But they did not know you .

You were on the back pew

Waiting for me on Valentine’s Day

I saw you In the splinters of that pew

on Valentine’s Day

I saw and I knew that you were beautiful

and I saw and knew that you were marred

I saw and knew that you were flawless

and I saw and knew that you were scarred

The rays of your ways warmed the pew

On Valentine’s Day.

No guile no malice , nor covet or con

But you took these sins and said “ be gone “

And soaked me with sweet words of grace

Til every cell Gave you a place

So I could be pure and divine

As you have made me truly thine.

I will live each day as your Valentine!