A poem for Palm Sunday based
on Luke 19:29-40
If You Really Listen…
In the city you’ll hear horns, the clatter of the subway,
mothers calling to their children, saying,
“Take my hand before we cross the street.”
You’ll hear church bells, Salvation Army bells,
people asking for spare change, while others ask for directions.
You’ll hear the whistle from the traffic cop,
the exhaust from the bus,
that a train is arriving in two minutes.
You’ll hear mothers selling fresh mango,
theater kids selling tickets,
and religious groups selling ideas.
But even with all that shouting,
even with all that noise,
the birds still sing.
Against all odds,
thanks be to God,
the birds still sing.