Found this on Roddy’s blog …a reflection for Monday…after the palm branches are discarded and the hosannas fade:
Something has changed in the air
There is some noise
that is normally there
A city scape of sound:
deals being done.
But in the noise,
silence has broken out.
It’s like something in the city is holding its breath
like the heartbeat at the centre
pausing for a moment,
…and then all hell breaks loose:
the noise rushing to fill the vacuum of silence
with the crumple of a table
snagged in a glance of anger,
the snap of a doves wings
as she makes her escape from shadow into light,
the roar of coins across the old slabs
uncaught be scrabbling hands.
But this disturbance
isn’t the kingdom moment.
That was in the silence before,
when the heartbeat paused,
something has just changed.
Picture is ‘threshold’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr