the donkey came wandering
back later in the day, riderless,
a little less active than earlier,
with a slightly dazed look in its eyes,
and a blanket of grace
across its back to shawl its people
from the chill of death,
a palm branch woven in its bridle
to be used as a broom to sweep
away fear's dust floating in the air,
and
a quick note from Jesus, 'much appreciated.
i'll be back to thank you in person
before you even realize i am gone.'
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
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