The sonnet celebrates Palm Sunday, depicting Jesus’ triumphal yet humble entry into Jerusalem. It portrays the joyful scene of crowds waving palm branches and shouting “Hosanna,” welcoming their King on a colt. The poem highlights the contrast between this moment of praise and the looming sacrifice of the cross, emphasizing Christ’s empathy and divine love. It concludes with a call to kneel in reverence, honoring Him as Savior and Lord.

Upon this morn of palms, the air is sweet,
With voices raised in joy, Hosanna rings,
Through streets of stone where royal footsteps meet,
A humble King on colt, the earth now sings.
The branches wave, a verdant canopy,
To cloak the One who bears our sins’ deep weight,
His gentle gaze, a boundless empathy,
Foretells the cross, the thorns, the sealed fate.
O fleeting triumph, garlands green and gold,
A prelude soft to shadows yet unseen,
In every cheer, a prophecy retold,
Of love divine through suffering serene.
So let us kneel, with palms and hearts outpoured,
To hail the Christ, our Savior and our Lord.