As I sat in church on Palm Sunday thinking about the coming events of Holy Week, I was again struck by how the tables turned on Jesus from the triumphal entry of Palm Sunday to the crucifixion of Good Friday. And so the idea for this found poem was born.
The Crowd Shouted
The crowd shouted:
“Hosanna in the highest!
Blessed is He
who comes in the name of the Lord!”
The Pharisees looked for a way
to arrest Him,
but they were afraid of the crowd
because the people held that He was a prophet.
Peter declared, “Even if I have to die with You,
I will never disown you.”
And all the other disciples
said the same.
As He taught in the Temple court,
the large crowd listened
to him with delight.
Then Jesus’ disciples said, “Now we can see
that you know all things
and that you do not even need us to ask.
This makes us believe that you came from God.”
Now the betrayer
had arranged a signal with the guards:
“The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.”
Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!”
and kissed Him.
Then all the disciples
deserted Him and fled.
Peter denied Him again,
with an oath: “I don’t know the man!”
“What shall I do, then,
with Jesus who is called Christ?” Pilate asked.
The crowd shouted all the louder,
“Crucify him! Crucify him!”