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Thrice Holy, my Lord!

Happily fulfilled messianic promise.
The others waited for centuries,
I saw and worship, small in Bethlehem
man and God, God and child ....
and cheered him again today as King.

Thrice Holy, my Lord!
We glorify your holy name,
meditate your words, welcome your gestures,
keep your paths and alfombramos
Palm, with cheers and clapping always new.
But what awaits us, Lord, in Jerusalem?
Are the days of life or death?
Does God defeated or Lord who has triumphed?
Hours? Suffering or joy?
Victoria or slavery??
Understanding or betrayal??
Why show on a donkey
when, as God you are, you could
have come in bright royal parade?

Thrice Holy, my Lord!
Because you do not flaunt your divinity.
Because You pretend your great majesty.
Because you know, just around the corner,
are hidden palms and branches
and chants, cowardice, muted.

Thrice Holy, my Lord!
Because humbly walked into the world,
quieter at night in Bethlehem
and humbly want to save the world,
entering and surprisingly poor in Jerusalem.
Because a mule gave you breath
on the coldest night of your birth,
and again, a donkey, it serves as a support,
companion and great friend in your hours and bitter.
Thrice Holy, my Lord!

P. Javier Leoz