Your entry into Jerusalem had volumes to speak
Was, like rulers and emperors, your fame at its peak?
Ocean of humans, as though welcoming the divine, rose
Did they know the secret that your end here on earth was close?
Waving palm leaves, the crowds celebrated your victory.
You knew. Did they know that thenceforth would start a new story?
It's not carpets, but their own garments they spread on your way.
The blossoms around swayed as though they had some truths to say.
The animal that wore you felt that its goal was fulfilled.
It seemed as though in everyone, their egotism was killed.
The chants of Hosanna, as wild thunderbolts, filled the ears.
Of the yolks and loads that bound them, had they forgotten their fears?
You could see Calvary calling you with extended hands.
In the form of passion and death, the times had their demands.
I
He set His face toward Zion
He Who was at creation
Elohim planned for salvation
Knowing Adam's race, flesh temptation
II
Jesus, Yeshua, tempted in all things
Obedient even to a death ignominious
On shameful cross: from "Rabbi" to nothing
We gained what Adam lost, Christ victorious
On a humble donkey he once rode
Thunderous crowds by the road
Liberation they craved or
A salvation he gave forth
He rides into Jerusalem once more
With no glare from two thousand years ago
Fear has pulled back praisers out of his path
There was no red carpet but marks of an invisible wrath
On this Sunday, palms of praise are not seen
The stones could not sing along to any hymn
Only sounds of the clopping are heard
The King rode on to the fate ahead
A lone conqueror of sin and damnation
He rides to war without a shield or ammunition
With praise subdued by fear, he still rides to his crucifixion
To die and rise again to save the world from a contagion
Palm Sunday 2016_ I AM SWAYED
Dressed in white and black with wide smiling beams;
Oh! how I miss 2015, its palm and serenity_
2016! you see four corners of the colourful room
Childrens' ward is where thou shall be
Frowning at the challenges coming my way
Acceptance of ones life_is easy to say_
then peace shall come your way_
One year is not enough for acceptance to come
Fallen trunks, brown branches of Winstons' wrath
School building standing tall_seems lost
Even though activities going on
Centrifugal wind force waking up the soul
Which junction have I been blown?
Trudging the muddy road with stones
Tripping and falling, standing up seems to be far away
Even though carrying my cross used to be my motto_I AM SWAYED.
Palm Sundsay 2016
Peace comes to show us how to live,
Apt that fond light that shines so bright;
Love as you know starts when you give,
Move souls to sight wholeness put right.
Start with fine grace that spreads endow,
Use cheer to free both heart and mind;
Niche time and space where joy lives now,
Dwell what will be dear soul you find;
Ask faith to mint splendour most plain,
Yonder the load on donkey's back.
Aid hope to sprint yet not in vain,
Note humble road that cuts some slack.
Opt faith and hope to sculpt fine tact,
Vouch for the way true love brings grace;
Etch wonder's scope to greet strange fact,
Reap thus this day a timeless pace;
Treat sacred feel in pulse primal,
Urge crowds to be in-sync with good;
Reach prompt goodwill yet primeval,
End as you see with your wise mood.
Leon Enriquez
31 March 2018
Singapore
Spirit send Thy Breath
Breathe on us, blow Wind, blow
Breathe on us, blow Ruach, blow
I want to know Him more
I want more of Jesus Christ
I want to know Him more
He paid a great, eternal price
For you and me, millions we don't see
What love is this, what God is this
To come down to earth
To humble Himself for me
I want to know Him more
Spirit Send Thy Breath
Have Your way now, Have Your way now!
Grown men sway side to side; sweet surrender
Inside our hearts, please come inside
The guitars strum in unison (an angel is the Conductor)
Souls rise higher and higher with the drums
Voices hum, and weep, and scream their praise
Jesus have your way; Save Your people please
We can repeat the scenes of Your crucifixion
For you rose again; Jesus rose again
I surrender all, we surrender all, sweet surrender
To the King of Kings; heaven's sweet aroma
We surrender all; All to Jesus; sweet surrender
(c)A. Deo, 2017April8-th
The spring equinox
And Palm Sunday coincide
In same March Sunday
Meaning both new beginnings
To start a clean slate in life
3-20-2016
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.
That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
Palm Sunday fourteen sixty one.
A blizzard raged as arrows sped,
With armour piercing bodkin head.
The war of roses had begun,
That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.
The frozen ground and beck ran red
This battle site was near Towton.
A blizzard raged as arrows sped.
When all seemed lost, the vanquished fled.
The White rose claimed the day was won,
That Sabbeth day when both sides bled
With nine and twenty thousand dead.
No place to hide, nowhere to run
A blizzard raged as arrows sped.
The Crown of England it is said,
With bloodied hands when day was done
That Sabbeth day when both sides bled,
A blizzard raged as arrows sped.
3/ 2/ 2015
He marches forward
Unto His destination.
Cheering crowds follow,
Waving high their palm branches,
Unaware of waiting cross.
*newly minted poem came in 4th
Excited crowds with fresh palm leaves,
Wave them and call Him King.
They pledge allegiance to their Lord
As sweet hosannas ring.
They cannot know the coming days
Will fill their hearts with dread.
Before five days have past, their king
Will be betrayed and dead.
Parishioners on this Sunday
Hold palm leaves as we sing.
Although we know on Friday they
Will crucify our King.
But we know the end of story,
On Easter He arose.
He ascended into Heaven
Astounding friends and foes.
He suffered all without protest,
Forgave us on the tree.
He conquered death forever when
He died for you and me.
won 5th
palm
at jersalum he got crusified
last supper
man of god
sun of god diyed for us
univesul shuck red
nothing sceard him on that day
deturmanation of no man befor
and he is the son of god
your lord and savier if you let him