A Parable for Palm Sunday
by Fran Salone-Pelletier

he morning sun rose, exhaling a steamy, dusty breath over the stillness of creation, human and otherwise. Relentlessly, it began its climb higher and higher in the sky. Despite the early hour, the roads were teeming with pilgrims, walking the tedious journey from their home villages to the thriving metropolis of Jerusalem. It was Passove