The day you came home
was like Palm Sunday
when Jesus entered Jerusalem.
We celebrated and laid palm leaves
to comfort you.
We thought there was salvation.
We forgot about Peter
who had three times denied you.
And if Jesus had known about Judas,
we did not.
Two days later we had our last supper
before we laid down to a sleepless night.
The next day we celebrated your death.
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