Before Jerusalem
The palm trees untouched.The donkey still tethered.
And we wait.
And we watch.
And we listen.
The Via Dolorosa
Is just another road.
The upper room:
Just a room upstairs.
We wait.
We watch.
We listen.
And down the road,
So far away
That we cannot watch,
We cannot hear,
A jar breaks
And beauty fills a room:
Perfume sweet,
An outpouring of love;
Grateful tears
In a house of dear friends,
Of a man who was dead
But is now alive.
Precious love,
More precious than
The adoration of crowds,
More joyful than
Any shouted Hosannahs.
No premature triumph here,
But a King is anointed
And a house is filled
With beauty.
