The sonnet portrays Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem, where crowds spread palms and cheer with hosannas as he rides a colt. It highlights the profound truth that if the people were silenced, the very rocks would cry out in praise, their rugged voices proclaiming his kingship. Beneath the earth, gemstones—hidden in darkness—join this celebration, humming a radiant hymn from their fiery depths. The poem weaves together the exuberance of the crowd, the readiness of creation to testify, and the eternal significance of a humble king who triumphs through love and sacrifice, culminating in a unified chorus of all creation.

The palms lay strewn upon the dusty way,
A king astride a colt in humble state,
The throng with hosannas rends the day,
Their voices rise to crown him at the gate.
Yet should their lips fall still, the stones would sing,
A chorus born of earth’s unyielding might,
The rocks would shout, their rugged anthems ring,
Proclaiming truth beneath the sun’s broad light.
And deeper still, where shadows cradle time,
The gemstones gleam with fire no eye can see,
Their facets hum a subterranean rhyme,
A hymn of praise from depths eternally.
So all creation joins the glad refrain,
A king triumphant, yet for love once slain.