A MOVEABLE FEAST
-patti smith
"Took branches of palm trees and went forth to meet him, and cried Hosanna..."
This morning when I awoke I listened to "Palm Sunday," by the Jerry Garcia Band. It's very pretty and is a comfort to hear.I have always loved Palm Sunday. As a child I would sit on the curb on our street in Germantown and watch as the Catholics emerged from church holding dried palm leaves that symbolized Jesus's triumphant entrance into Jerusalem. As portrayed in scripture he entered on a donkey and the people spread palms and their coats on the path before him.Palms were traditionally spread upon the path of someone deemed worthy of the honor. A revolutionary such as Jesus Christ whose essential message was to love one another was more than worthy of the palms that proceeded his passion.And so we enter Easter week. A time of mystery, contemplation and renewal. Tomorrow will be a full moon. Celebrated as Passover. Whatever one's faith these are mystical days. A bit of red wine and unleavened bread and the consideration of the possibilities of universal love is in the air. The same air smelling of poverty and war also carries the scent of love. How shall we choose to fill our senses?
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That is absurdly profound! Isn't all of life filled with contrasting "scents" from which we have to choose. I pray I will consistently choose wisely.
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