Palm Sunday

You walk with us now, Lord, between
Easter and June, on the Lakeside,
Fish picnics and heart to heart.
Do You have to go?

But in departing
Is returning and returning and returning.
Be with us, Lord.

We hold our hands for the host.
We nestle the chalice to ourselves
In remembrance of You, Lord;
Because in the living bread and flowing wine
Your eternity kindles us and binds us
In timeless Eucharist:
The for-ever feast which keeps
You always the blood of our hearts.