Palm Sunday. The day God said no to empire.
the stones know something we do not
their tears now stain a palm-laden street
and cries reserved for a different day
burst out unsettled unstoppable unreserved
for today only the stones understand
who rides upon them
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If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
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"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
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