Reflections for

Palm Sunday, Mar 20, 2016

Liturgy of the Palms: Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Luke 19:28-40

 

Liturgy of the Passion: Isaiah 50:4-9a; Psalm 31:9-16; Philippians 2:5-11; Luke 22:14-23:56 or Luke 23:1-49

Poetry

Gone to grace

—in memory of the Reverend Malcolm Grobe (1931–2013)

Before Malcolm’s funeral got started,
I stood talking with John the blacksmith, who told me
He’d been spending some pretty hard hours
With a pair of two-year-old Friesian mares
Who’d never had their feet trimmed.
In a flash, I thought of a feral donkey
In Ireland, back thirty years,

Poor animal, lowly mount of the Christ,
Hobbling on hooves long as breadloaves.
This had nothing whatever to do with Malcolm,
But somehow it did, as it happened.
Malcolm had once pronounced me as husband.
A wonder. I’d gotten the girl,
More than the clumsy hero can fathom

When it crops up in sappy movies.
So Malcolm is part of a long, joyful marriage,
And the family it made, including
The children he baptized. One reading
Came from a funny note
He’d left for the pastor, which said in part:
“Non-judgment day is coming,

Beware.” I could virtually feel Malcolm’s voice,
Insisting as ever that God
Was too big to conform to anyone’s will.
There was no one so evil or ill
To have strayed beyond the Lord’s grace, he claimed.
He was frumpy and funny but mostly
Just good. An accomplished athlete as well,

Improbably fierce on the courts,
Although he loved his every opponent,
He’d wanted his ashes interred
In a tennis-ball can. It might seem absurd
That I conjured horse or burro,
But as we mourners chuckled and wept,
I imagined I heard soft words,
Malcolm’s, and knew his hand would have stroked

Those neglected, suffering creatures.
That funeral day, for all who were there,
Was so painful I’d almost swear
It hurt them to stand on God’s green earth.
For my part at least I wished
I could somehow walk for a while on air.

 

Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.