All Glory Laud and Honor

Marilyn Zwicker

Traditional Palm Sunday
But today
Is anything but traditional
All rituals I love
Transferred to a computer
Screen which I watch
With tears in my eyes

I am not wearing a choir robe
I am not waving a palm frond
In a procession

I am sitting in my office
Imagining that false joyful march
To certain death
Every hosanna tinged
With tragedy and resurrection

No longer automatic
Each holy observance
Is a choice to participate
Alone in my home
Or not at all
Pandemic caution mandates
This isolation

I wonder 
If I am closer 
To the Christ experience
Forced to be myself
Upon my cross

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