wandering
holy week is slipping by
(so are a lot of things)
and I wonder how it felt
that first time around
looking for donkeys
and then washing coats
setting up the upper room
holy errands, yes, but
still things to get done . . .
by the time they finally
sat down for dinner
I wonder how much time
they spent talking shop
before Jesus took the bread
and broke things wide open
—or perhaps it’s just what
I hope will happen to me
between now and Sunday
Peace,
Milton
Never more for me than Holy Week, 2018. Thank you, Milton, for giving voice to my hopeful yearning.
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