Sonnet

So they took branches of palm trees.
And went out to meet Him crying Hosanna.
Singing His glory they were on their knees.
It was as if from heaven had descended manna.

Once in our life will come shouts of acclamation.
Replaced all too soon with cries of criticism.
Turning in fate’s cruel breeze we fear damnation.
And our own fate is scattered as light through a prism.

You have the poor with you always.
And you can do with them what you wish.
We are the poor in spirit he says.
We have to eat from this humble dish.

But from pain and passion comes hope.
Upwards towards the light leads the slope.

Haiku

Then from passion
Comes hope on an upwards slope
Towards a bright light