Tuesday, March 18, 2008

201. Palm Sunday



I love Palm Sunday in Saipan. People gather on the steps of the church to have their palms blessed, and then join an informal procession into the church, with the palm branches waving gaily. Some of the palms are plain, fluttering as if they were still attached to the trees they came from.


Some are woven into intricate patterns and designs, like birds or flowers.

Some are looped into heart-shapes or folded into lightning-rod zig-zags.


The ritual helps me envision a man's ride on a donkey through dusty lanes to the cheers of a faithful crowd.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing this!

Saipan Writer said...

My pleasure.

writtenwyrdd said...

Happy Easter! I'm glad you have a spiritual anchor. Rituals such as you show here are so important!

Saipan Writer said...

Thanks, wyrdd. Happy Easter back at you.