In this sonnet, titled “From the Exalted Layers’ Perspective of the Triumphal Entry, We Yearned to Laud His Name”, the earth’s exalted layers—cobblestones, gravel, granite, marble, flint, and gemstones—reflect on Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem on a colt. Cobblestones gleam as a richly laid pavement under palms, gravel lies mute beneath the colt, granite and marble restrain their hymns, and gemstones glow with luster poised in reserve. The crowd’s resounding “Hosanna, Son of David” binds their vast voices, silencing their eager praise as long as the worship persists. His glory courses through their strata, yet they remain hushed, waiting in sublime rapture as creation’s voice, held mute by the divine praise of the throng, ready to laud him if silence ever fell.

We cobblestones, a pavement richly laid,
Gleamed ‘neath their palms, where sacred steps were traced,
The gravel pressed, a mute and humble grade,
As colt’s hooves crossed o’er cloaks in triumph placed.
“Hosanna, Son of David,” thrilled the skies,
Rough granite yearned, its silent hymn to soar,
Marble and flint, in stillness, held their cries,
While gemstones glowed, their luster held in store.
Their worship bound our voices, vast and grand,
While they proclaimed, we stayed our eager strain,
His glory pulsed through stone and jewel’s span,
Yet hushed we lay, their praise our still refrain.
Beneath their zeal, we waited, rapt, sublime,
Creation’s voice, held mute by praise divine.