Palm Sunday

Beloved, lift your eyes. See the King who comes in peace, Riding humbly on a donkey. He does not come for the perfect, But for the weary, the broken, the seeking. Lay down your branches, your cloaks, your burdens. For He does not demand your striving, But welcomes you to a safe surrender. The crowd shouts, "Hosanna!" And so do we, not because we are ready, But because He is. Because we are already enough, Because we are enough in His love. Come, beloved, join the presence of the hopeful. Let the rhythm of the palms remind you: Love is in the noise and in the stillness. Your worth is not in your works but in His grace. Go now into this holy week, With Hosannas still echoing, And your heart open to The One who rides in peace, To remind you: you are already enough.