I wrote this poem after reflecting on the Palm Sunday readings a few years ago. Palm Sunday often sneaks up on me. It is a startling reminder to slow down, as Holy Week approaches. This morning, I thought of what it was like for the disciples of Christ as sent to fetch the colt. Did they wonder at this strange task? Did their courage start to fail them as they were questioned, or did their confidence in who had sent them steady their hearts? As I enter into Holy Week, I find myself reflecting again on Christ’s last charge to us all. Remembering this simple call amid a busy day of little tasks can be a challenge. Am I stopping to listen to his direction? Do I have confidence that he is with me wherever I am sent, even in the smallest of tasks? Can I see him in those he places before me today? Can I slow down enough to let him guide me so that those I encounter can experience his love through me?