Hosanna!

A warm, sunny day, the air is clear and fresh and joyous!
An excitement is creeping into my veins.
The dry earth is stirred into a dust, and the dust
Becomes a crowd, a sudden cry, 'Hosanna!'
Thrills me into action, I clutch a branch,
I must wave something!
But who comes? A King? A Prince, a nobleman of rank?
Will he bring a lessening of laws, and easy living,
A peace of mind and heart?
Or will he bring a hardening of the trials, horror,
Cruelty and war?
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hark how the children shout!
Oh! Let me see who comes and brings such ecstasy.
'Why, who is this? A gentle, poor man, astride a donkey?

Hosanna!

Wait he passes near, he turns his head,
He looks into my eyes, such depths of love and tenderness
Strips me of all pretence, and I become just what I am,
But Oh! I, too, see in his eyes a sorrow
As if he mourned the whole world, what does it mean?
Oh children, stop! be still! And let us ease his pain.
But, as if he reads my thoughts he turns away and
Pats the donkey to move on
Renewed, the crowd take up the cry
'Hosanna to our gracious King!'
A King?
And so he passes, on to his joy and sorrow.
Oh clear the air and clean the sky and
While you may - Hosanna cry!


Sheila Jakobsson