Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Palm Sunday

A symbol of peace, He chose me

Into Jerusalem to ride.

I heard Him weep before entry,

Not knowing then why, but I tried

Keep His ride as safe as I could,

Stepping carefully through palms thrown,

Making His arrival as good

As my care for Him could be shown.

Into the city, safe and sound,

He dismounted, gave me a smile,

Then to His destiny was bound.

I stayed and watched Him for a while.

Jesus picked me, mere donkey to

Carry Him to outcome He knew.