Poem for Palm Sunday

Ultimate sorrow
The Son of Man has died
Condemned by the crowd
Humiliated
Crucified

His death
Seared into the souls of all
His last breath
A signal
A clarion call

Make ready
Your own day of judgment
Will come
Then all will know
Whether you have heeded
The words of the only Son

Be aware
Be on guard
But know
The way of the Paschal Lamb
Is not hard

You need only hold
In high regard
The Holy Trinity
Your rewards will be many
If you recognize
And cultivate
Your inner divinity