All those Allelujahs my grandmother gave me on Palm Sunday, I tore my lips on as I blew air through a blade of palm cupped

between my hands making the shofar notes echo through our valley.

Waiting with fear and longing for Easter: the huge stake on the hill; I was scared of the dark; I was happy when it was over and then, He was delivered into Me.

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