Like the Son,
triumphant in entry
into the holy city
there were heralds
and portents
before the presence of God
nature itself trumpeted the coming
of the God of his ancestors.
Like the Son, it was the humbleness
through which God appeared.
God wasn’t in the wind, the quake,
not in the fire.
It was from out of the silence, that God spoke
But, under the law,
the words were of Judgment
Not Christ’s saving grace.
June 16, 2007 15:40
1 Kings 19:1-15a, 1 Kings 19:15b-18,
John 12:12-13
Matthew 21:8-9
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