A poem written for the occasion of Palm Sunday of the Passion of our Lord
Addressed to Jerusalem, She who is the Virgin Daughter of Zion and Spotless Bride named Israel. This alludes to the Church, the Virgin Mary and all souls –since the soul is understood in the feminine sense- who are on various levels ‘Jerusalem’. The Church and all souls -in and with the Virgin Mary- must open wide the gate of their heart through willing and desirous love, so that He the King of Glory, Christ Jesus, might enter ever more fully and make home within them. May the soul’s affections brush the face of this King as did the palm fronds that brushed the face of this King when He entered Jerusalem long ago.
O Virgin Daughter clap thy hands,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Raise high thy gates and shout for joy;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
O spotless bride adorn thyself,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Put on thy jewels and festive garb;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
Lift up thy head and smile again,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Tear down thy walls, cast down thy gates;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
Sound tambourines and play the harp,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Gather thy maidens and come dance;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
Lay down thy cloaks with noble bow,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Acclaim this David from above;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
Stretch forth thy palm-hands and caress,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
May their fronds stroke His kingly face;
Let Him enter the King of Glory!
With trumpet blasts welcome thy groom,
And let Him enter the King of Glory!
Shout “Hosanna in the highest!”
For He has entered thee dear city!
The king who rides on a donkey.
Palm Sunday, 29th March, 2015.
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