The Morning of Eternity

I was angry that you were asleep on the boat, As the waves came crashing, I didn’t dare rouse you, But clung to the side, Eyes closed, rocked and tossed,

Where are the crowds, The people waving branches and palms? Church buildings sit in silence, No procession or singing of hosanna, And yet, listen…. Voices in homes lifting praise, Folding

I stood on the walls of the city that day, I couldn’t bear to be any closer. When they took him I ran, I hid the whole night, frightened even