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Palm Pony 

Daddy, did Jesus ride a pony to Jerusalem one day?
A pony like my “Dapples”? Was it colored like him, gray?
Did it leave its mother, just like that? Do you think it was OK?
Wasn’t Jesus kind of big? How much did He weigh? 

My child, what brings this fluttering of questioning today?
            On such a pretty afternoon, when breezes fill the Bay,
            I’d think you’d blow a dandelion, or sip on fine frappé!
            Did Dapples nicker in your ear, while you combed his mane?

 Oh, Daddy, no. My lesson book for this Palm Sunday coming
shows pictures of a grown man riding poor pony over branches,
and every step the pony takes, the people have limbs brandished.
We’d never let a crowd like that scare Dapples; shaking brushing! 

Sweet child, I see, this certainly seems cause for your concern.
            Come sit with me. Let’s read your book. We’ll take a closer look.
            Sometimes those sights our eyes first meet are pictures to discern.
            There may be much to this lesson, let’s find what we can learn.

            Jesus rode a colt that day, one young, but fine and fit.
            Not pony or small horse, but donkey of prime get,
            whose maiden ride was donkey pride: no saddle nor harsh bit.
            An ass remembered for all time. A prophet foretold it.

            A colt just like your Dapples in good attitude and wit.
            Most are gray, but some are red, the color’s just a nit.
            I know that colt was treated well for Christian benefit
            for God chose him from all beasts for Jesus’ famous sit.

 Daddy, did our Jesus call the name of this sweet colt?
This happened oh so long ago. Do donkeys go to heaven?
Do donkeys get forgiveness, seventy times seven?
What if those limbs thrown in his way made him want to bolt? 

The Bible only tells us breed, not name of genteel steed.
            Equine of peace, not warrior beast, often considered least,
            yielded like people Jesus sought, whose hearts were true, indeed.
            This colt unbroken, like trusting children, came to Him without plea.

             Since heaven is the home of God, with streets of gold and mansions,
             there is a place for donkey colts, both homely and quite handsome.
             One day Dapples may eat grass with sheep and “ass of passion”.
             You can someday curry that colt with perfect satisfaction!
             Dapples and the Jesus colt are sure to be friends in heaven.

They share a common ground in serving God as mankind’s stanchions.
            For Heaven will resemble Eden, but only through redemption
            will man or beast share pastures with the God of our protection.

 Daddy, my lesson says it’s Passover that brought such crowds together.
How did Jesus lead the group? Don’t donkeys like to follow?
And still those limbs and blankets waving, making sounds quite hollow,
would be enough to frighten even older donkey brothers!

            Green limbs in path were trimmed from palms as action of regality.
            Those cloaks lain down were spread on ground, as gifts of best, poor owned.
            Many branches did not trip the colt, but proved Devine agility,
            while clothing carpeted his step, all honoring Christ’s entry. 

This beast of burden was headstrong, determined in his gait.
            He let no scare get in his way. In this daring mission, no wait,
            except for honoring his host. The Master riding was his mate.
            Like you and I, supporting our Lord, our steps the Master rates. 

Making Jesus happy is how all creatures can relate.
            With Him, a heavy burden can become as a light weight.
            We never know when simple chores performed precipitate
            events as special as the cross that today decides all fate. 

            Daddy, are you saying this one carry saved the donkey?
            Must I be tied up, waiting, so God can find me when He pleases?
            Will Dapples really be in heaven since he did not carry Jesus?
            If I do good deeds and not be scared, will Jesus then accept me? 

My child, my love, my little one whose questions rival sages,
            Our simple friends, both colts and men, can live with God so easy!
            The heart leads all, both great and small, and all are offered passage.
            God says believe Jesus is Christ, repent, and spread His message.

            It is not deed, or place of fame, that gives a soul to freedom.
            When believing hearts search righteousness, the result is noble action.
            Every day we all should pray that we portray God’s mission,
            not knowing when, like gentile colt, we bring King toward His Kingdom. 

C Taylor, Jr.
04/15/2003 

Matthew 21:1-11, Mark 11:1-11, Luke 19:28-40, John 12:12-19, Matthew 18:21-22, 28:18-20, Ephesians 6:4.

 

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