Palm Sunday Prayer

Today, I am a palm leaf
Variegated and verdant
Waving wildly in anticipation of your arrival
For I believe you will triumph
(though I know not how)

In this moment, I am humbled by the high-born king
Meek and lowly
So I, too, will lay myself down
Even if to be trampled on by soldiers, thieves, asses
(and other fools who claim to believe)

Right now, I cannot fathom Friday
Dark and brutal
When I will leap into a charcoal fire of fear
Reminded that I am of such little faith
(nothing more than dust really)

Sunday, is even more incomprehensible 
Glorious and gutting
When all I promised has been burned to ash
You will mark me as your own
(with the greasy soot of my own passion)

Only then, will the words on my lips this morning hold meaning
Hosanna in the Highest! 
(save me)