He raised Lazarus from the dead
called him from the tomb
his sister Mary thought that
the smell would be overpowering.
But out he walked, still bound
in soiled cloth.
No worse for the wear.
“I am the resurrection and the life,” He told her.
He then went home.
Jerusalem rolled out the red carpet
the victory celebration
the entry of a king, but not.
His disciples still not figuring out
that everything was leading up to a point.
How that point could keep going over
their heads, not even God could figure out.
The donkey treads the palm fronds
and the cloaks are collected for washing.
Jesus looks over the crowd
and sees all of humanity.
They are cheering now
but won’t be in a few days’ time.
There is more to come than a supper break
in the attic room among friends.