Saturday, March 24, 2018

Palm Sunday--By Peter Magliocco--United States

Palm Sunday

The depth spring made
In our hands raining

To bear old clouds away
Closes over valleys

(Clasping you tonight
Upon shaded trails)

Leading skywards
Where sunlight squirms

Between rocks of ages
Hikers traverse anew

A timeless waiting
Beyond dawn's end

To Seed flowing trees
In palms of earth

Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, NV, and has several poems at various online and print publications.

5 comments:

  1. Thank you, Peter, for sharing. A well written intriguing poem.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  2. Very descriptive poem Peter, a beautiful picture has been painted.
    Knight Writer

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  3. Peter I enjoyed your unique write. Thank you for sharing your talent.
    Sincerely, Charlene

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  4. Dear Peter,

    And palms continue to be an extension and outreach--a symbol rich in Christian heritage which has continued on through the ages. It is a reminder of the sacrifice that Jesus bore for us. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us.

    Blessings,
    Karen

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