Lenten Poem II

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings.

II

Fascinating

You rode to victory,

mounted regally,

upon a donkey.

Into the city you rode.

"Hallelujah," they shouted.

Only then.

Cheers turned jeers, ""Crucify him!"

Your throne the Cross.

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