Pondering the Passion-tide

This time

there will be no flight into Egypt.

This donkey has too much to carry,

and too far.

The shadows wait for me,

around the table at Passover,

among those in high places

in the condemned cell,

on the hill outside.

Fear haunts my waking moments

and I cannot sleep.

Why has God forsaken me?

The crowd today is with me,

but not for long.

They are the powerless ones

(the ones who matter).

The ones who count

are counting.

Time is running out.

This time

there will be no flight into Egypt.