The Valley Of Palms Poem by Justin Reamer

The Valley Of Palms



Today is a remarkable day,
One that I can remember.
It has always been a part
Of Christendom, for I've attended
It at every year or so.
Today is a sacred day
What happened over two millennia ago. It
Happened before Easter Sunday,
Which we all celebrate knowingly.
And God gave me a vision of
What happened long ago. I have
The vision from a little child
Who attended this day so long ago.
I am running through the crowds
In this dream I had when I was eight.
I was running, curious as
To what everyone was looking at.
I see everyone walking in a line, a crowd,
All walking with palms in their hands.
What were these people looking at?
I wondered, as I looked through
This little boy's vision.
What are they looking at?
I ran through the clay-built houses,
And I ran through the crowds.
What was this? The people who were
Carrying all these palms? Then my
Father, a kind man with a bearded face,
Came to me and said,
'Joshua, be still. I was looking all over for you.
Come. Come to me. I have something I want you to see.'
My father, Mohammed, took me upon his shoulders,
High where I could see.
I saw a valley of palms,
With people following something in the distance.
It was a man, a man on a donkey,
He had the kindest face in the world.
His face was that of an angel. It had all
Its true virtue and joy inside of it,
Showing that He was not afraid to
Smile and rejoice with everyone.
I looked curiously at my father and said,
'Father, who is that man? That man of resounding joy?
That man who is so happy to be alive? That man who
Is happy to see all these people
Rejoicing with him? '
Mohammed smiled at me and said,
'Joshua, this man is Messiah. He is the King of kings, the Lord of lords, and the Saviour. He is the Way of the World. He is
The Light in the Darkness. He is the Lion and the Lamb. He is the
Good Shepherd who takes care of His Sheep. He is Messiah,
The Son of God Almighty. He is the Word that became flesh.'
I looked at Him, through Joshua's vision,
And I saw the very face of Jesus. He
Was happy to be with His people,
Rejoicing with them in their
Prayers to God the Father.
I remember this dream and its true meaning,
Above all else. Jesus was happy on this day,
And so are we on this great Palm Sunday.

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This poem was written on Palm Sunday 2011. I hope you enjoy it.
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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