From Morning to Night
Hosanna-filled shouts from the crowd
start the day,
“O Lord, save us.”
The same crowds that witnessed
the dead being raised.
Signs and wonders,
palm branches and a donkey colt.
Prophecy fulfilled,
and glimpses of glory.
Then prediction of a crucifixion.
“The time has come.”
The storm-tossed soul of a savior
on mission,
a savior with oil-anointed toes
from the night before.
From glory to glory,
and darkness to light.
Speaking fragrant words of eternal life.
And speaking of fragrant,
one final thought to ponder:
Was the scent of perfume
from the night before
still in the air at the end of the day
as Jesus prepared to wash his disciples’ feet?
Love’s lingering aroma.
From darkness to light,
and morning to night.
This poem was originally published last year as an Instagram post as part of my
From Love to Beloved series.
In honor of Holy Week, I’ll be showing up in your inboxes every day this week. My hope is to have a few words each day: words from the past, words from the here and now, and some will be an interesting (hopefully) combination of both.
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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