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  via Holy Week  Sonnet 1.  Palm Sunday Now to the gate of my Jerusalem The seething holy city of my heart, The Saviour comes.  But who will welcome him? Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start; They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing, And think the battle won.  Too soon they'll find The challenge, the reversal he is bringing Changes their tune.  I know what lies behind  The surface flourish that so quickly fades; Self-interest, and fearful guardedness, The hardness of the heart, its barricades, And at the core, the dreadful emptiness Of a perverted temple.  Jesus, come Break my resistance and make me your home.                                                                              ---Malcolm Guite ...

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