palm sunday 2022

there should be shouts
of joy. hosannas
filling the sky.
my voice should join
the chorus,
wave the branches:
palm, olive, willow, yew.
 
but i have only anger.
yes, there have been injustices,
abandonments, broken
promises. the ones i love
are still the ones i love
regardless. the distance
only grows larger
between my righteousness
and my failure. still,
we choose to gather.
we try to find the words.
 
so now let the stones
cry out. let me sit
in the streets weeping.
tell me how time is precious,
how to find a home
in which to pray.
let us chase out
the moneychangers,
the sellers of doves
together.