Christ’s great entry leaves us hopeful,
Welcoming the end of waiting-
Roman rage will soon be hopeless,
Soon the empire will be falling!
Mannish kingdoms have all ended,
Joy’s new morning finally rising.
At the temple- anger rising,
Zealous Christ seems quite un-hopeful,
Now that so-called peace he’s ended.
Worshippers, confused, are waiting,
As the cages clamor, falling;
Whip’s loud snap makes profit hopeless.
“Pharisaic laws are hopeless,”
Claims the Christ, whose star is rising,
As the teachers plot his falling-
Crouching lions ever hopeful,
For the perfect moment waiting-
As he speaks of world that’s ended.
Silent Wednesday: preaching ended.
Lazarus no longer hopeless,
Sisters resurrection waiting-
From their dwelling Christ is rising.
Followers are acting hopeful,
Unaware of future falling.
Final supper: doom is falling,
Traitor’s kiss a friendship ended.
“Watch with me:” the three were hopeful,
Hours rendered them all hopeless
Sheep to slaughter- terror rising,
Jury for the trial waiting.
His last breath: the world is waiting.
Into Hell Creator falling,
One thief’s mocking laughter rising,
Now that Love’s own life has ended.
Shrouded, buried, all seems hopeless.
God is dead: can we be hopeful?
At his rising, weeping ended.
He, in falling, saved the hopeless;
Now in waiting we are hopeful.