I wrote this last night. I thought I would share it being as we had "beautiful things" today.
Thoughts triggered by a palm cross I saw under a park bench. Also linked to my heartache after my ministry was deemed unacceptable by people who had never spoken to me.
Were those palm leaves cast aside after the procession?
Lay amidst the dust, trampled on, dirtied, broken.
Discarded - beyond usefulness, carelessly dropped without a thought.
Did many feet tread upon them as the crowds drifted away?
I wonder, had they been torn from the trees? Or had they already fallen?
Did the trees stand bereft whilst their foliage was turned to dust?
They had been used to good effect - waved in excitement, in expectation and hope. "Hosanna" "Save" "King of Kings"
Their moment of glory perhaps, a purpose fulfilled, a proclamation.
Sometimes it happens - celebration and participation and belonging and then unwanted,
When we have given - our - all.
Given of our soul, our life breath, our passion, our fullness
Cast aside, suddenly unwanted, dirty, soiled, dying.
And around us the world continues, treading unthinkingly over the dry, dusty remains of wonder, energy, wholeness and life
And they do not even realise.
Karen Holmes
3rd April 2021.
