Holy Week

It begins with an entranceHe comes prophecy- fulfillingRiding on a donkey.Does he still carry the fragranceOf Mary’s anointing?His followers rejoicePraises and blessings echoBut he knows the crowd is fickle.Passover, a sacred meal shared”Thus bread, my body, this wine, my blood”A servant King who washes feet – Even the betrayer’s.Do they know he is the Passover …