Some read future in the palm,
life line prosper or cut short;
shade from warming of the earth,
warning, dawning, bitter days.
Palms once cut, hand waved, way paved,
table laid, cup passed, dismayed;
too long delayed, prayed that cup
pass over dawn, bitter day.
Fronds, as friends, see rising sun,
risen son to offer hope,
oil and date of Olivet,
grinding wheel, stone rolled away.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church, with Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, most recently The Sweetycat Press, The Parliament Literary Magazine, Poetry Potion, Grand Little Things, The Poet Magazine.
https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/