Dying Life

Growing outward toward the sun

and finding in themselves

the green and liquid life,

increased in state: the stuff of fame

the fronds that grew to fan the royalty.


And yet today, they find themselves

torn from source, and carried,

triumphed, in the air.

As people shout around and crowd,

they throw their palm fronds on the ground


So may we Jesus, like the palms,

be rent from life to die.

That laying prostrate there

we too might glory in Your way,

and live hosannas to our King.

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