Arrival in Jerusalem - Tim Knipp, Apr. 13, 2014

The path to destruction 
      is wide
          and many walk it 
      blindly but willingly.

Pebbles shift under sandals,
  dust coughs
           and settles,
              coughs and settles.
Crowds swell,
            jostle, and chatter.

The entrance matters:
             seated humbly on a colt,

                     trodding
          a multi-colored carpet
                       of cloaks
              as foretold long ago.
  Recognition dawns,
        Hosanna's rise
            above the masses
      of swaying palm fronds.
Cautioned to quiet the mob,
          He weeps
                for blinded eyes
         that refuse to see.
    
I will cry for you,
         my lost one,
              my foolish child;
       determined
           to wander in dark alleys,
               confronted
                  with stubbed toes
           and heart sores.
I will weep for you
        because you have chosen
           destruction
              over peace,
         and death
over life.