my pink petal robe beneath un-sandaled feet lovingly caress unworthy to meet The King! What would it be like to have Jesus walk on my cloak, look in my eyes and smile? This Jesus came as a servant to the poor, the sick, the broken, the unaccepted. The leaders could not understand a […]
Tag Archives: Palm Sunday
Palms Sing Rocks Cry
golden rise upon the mountain light moves gently over the scene colors join the day in knowing this is an answer to a dream donkey’s colt untied and led forth his only rider is a king palm branches line La Via Hosanna shouts while others sing the silent rocks they know the story holding back […]
Something Old, New, Borrowed, PINK #poetry #photography
What am I to wear season passed beneath the snow ugly bulky winter fare I will sing a lovely tune to bring a smile to his face not noisy as the summer festoon none other than fragrance of spring a dash of a tango might I borrow fairy wing? midnight song will I falsetto sing fresh light […]
