by Cynthia Langston Kirk
O God, it is difficult to understand
this parade of yours.
You turn toward Jerusalem
as we turn toward the music making and merriment.
You face Golgotha
while we cannot even face
the pain we have caused this week.
We shake our heads in disbelief
at someone like Judas;
yet fail to see the numerous ways
we have betrayed your commandment to love.
You ask that we stay awake;
be awake; live awake.
Forgive our dozing and sleepwalking.
when we close our eyes to the chasms of brokenness
and when we plug our ears to the cries of the needy.
Help us experience Holy Week fully
instead of skipping from waving palms to Easter lilies.
We pray in the name of Christ
who leads us into Jerusalem and into the world. Amen.
Permission is granted for use in corporate setting. Copyright © 2011 The Upper Room.
Rev. Cynthia Langston Kirk is a creative arts minister whose primary focus mediums are poetry/liturgy, fabric art, and retreats. She and her husband live in Tucson, AZ.
"As the survivor of childhood trauma, I’ve come a long way in my healing process. This is thanks in part to years of therapy, a lot of hard work, and an incredible support network of family and friends. More so, it’s the result of learning to be still with God, to offer up my pain for God to transform, and to realize I am God’s beloved. I’m now in a place of peace, one that has stayed with me for several years now."