We stood in a circle
in the sunshine on the
patio where we had waved
palm fronds barely an hour
before; now we were sharing
bread and wine, basking
in the brilliant spring shine,
our solemn ritual exposed,
on purpose, made public,
taken outdoors, alive;
our ministers in stoles
and sunglasses.
The future’s so sacred,
we gotta wear shades.
Peace,
Milton
Sounds great. Reminds me of the year we celebrated Palm Sunday in the local shopping centre
I love this. You ought to consider participating in the Poem A Day challenge at Poetic Asides.