Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday Shopping and hawking, purchasing and vending their wares; the observant noticed; the indifferent paid no mind; the powerful perturbed by all the noise make their way to confront and charge the man some call anointed. Loud and raucous singing disturbs the quiet of the status quo. Those who should be seen and not heard are making the utmost clamor; appreciated by some; angering others insisting they turn the volume down. Boulders will sing while trees will give their branches to welcome the mighty if the lowliest of participants are muzzled by the powerful, but they sing in applause; an affront to the self-made mighty. Shaking off the winter greys and waving springtime green, a shout welcomes the anointed one. Thrown off fashion lines the path covering eager rocks postponing the clearing of their throats. Join the cavalcade and raise the benediction; awaken the sleeping alleluias and the slumbering hosannas. Join the lowest of the low and applaud the highest of the high. But beware, the shoppers are eager to buy, even if the cost is high. And the hawkers are ready to sell their merchandise.