There Was No Celebration

There was no celebration.
There were no cries, no jeers and screeches into the depth of “Hosanna, Hosanna!”
We stepped back, back from the edge of the clouds and we moved
Lest we disturb the dead.
Clattering weapons, lowering shields.
A wail, a moan of agony echoes out from the crowd,
A younger angel scrambles forth,
                                          “BROTHER! BROTHER!”
They are cradling another.
Nobody moves.
Nobody speaks.
We consider words as deadly as our swords now.


We move in silence.
Some tend the wounded,
the dead,
Some go back to their normal places.


I did not return to the Throne immediately.
My face cold and wet and hot all at the same time,
I trudged my way,
Through marble streets, through the dirtied ground,
                                        { What once was hallowed }
I enter the library
                                        { The oaken doors feel so much heavier now }
I lumber to the front room,
To where I see him,
I see him and I know he sees me,
                                        { His name was Raziel }
                                        { The Mysteries of God }
I set aside my weapons and shield,
My knees buckled ‘neath me

And I wailed like a newborn, my voice as hoarse and raw and red as a human’s.

I sobbed for all that had been lost,
I wept for the war,
For the toll it took on everyone,
                                        { But most of all - and never once I spoke of it- }
                                        { I wept for that one angel that gripped my ankle as she                                         tumbled over,
                                        To the depths below, and her fingers
                                                 How they lost their grip,
                                                           And she disappeared below, }

And as he held me I cried and cried and cried and cried and I couldn’t stop.

There was no celebration.
There were no cries, no jeers and screeches into the depth of “Hosanna, Hosanna!”

The war was over,

The war was over…

But it’s taste still stings me, bitter between my lips, even now.

Palm Sunday is the Sunday before Easter when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus the Christ from the dead. But today, we celebrate when Jesus entered Jerusalem on a donkey and was welcomed by a large crowd as Savior and King. “Hosanna to the Son of David!” they shouted. “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!”

Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!
   Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem!
Behold, your king is coming to you;
   righteous and having salvation is he,
humble and mounted on a donkey,
   on a colt, the foal of a donkey.

- Zechariah 9:9

How reassuring it is to know that the God of all comfort supplies a peace far beyond our understanding regardless of our circumstances.

Creo que es hermoso como Dios nos da respuestas simples. Como diciendo; "YO SOY el que SOY, no te preocupes tanto."
If you were blessed enough to open your eyes this morning; there’s still more to see, there’s more to do, more to show, more to live. God has you in His hand, let Him show you the beauty of being alive.
Ni aun el arrepentimiento proviene de nosotros; sino por la inmerecida gracia manifestada por el infinito amor de Dios hacia nosotros.