Meet me at the Intersection.
You know the place.
The one where our wills meet,
And where differences are laid aside.
The one where hearts meld for all.

Meet me at the Intersection.
You know the place.
The one where face to face,
Our guards recline and fears subside,
As we recall the beauty of our Oneness.

Meet me at the Intersection.
You know the place.
The one, and only One,
Where we help each other,
And the choices made,
Regardless of their ilk,
Shine with greater Glory.

Meet me at the Intersection.
You know the place.
The one where we walk, hand in hand,
And there is no wedge between us.
Where we recall, together is our destiny.

Meet me at the Intersection,
You know the place.
For there is no other way,
But the Way—open, just, and free,
As life, in all its Glory, rises to its fullness.

When Jesus and the disciples drew near Jerusalem
and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives,
Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them,
“Go into the village opposite you,
and immediately you will find an ass tethered,
and a colt with her.
Untie them and bring them here to me.
And if anyone should say anything to you, reply,
‘The master has need of them.’
Then he will send them at once.”
This happened so that what had been spoken through the prophet
might be fulfilled:
Say to daughter Zion,
“Behold, your king comes to you,
meek and riding on an ass,
and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.”
The disciples went and did as Jesus had ordered them.
They brought the ass and the colt and laid their cloaks over them,
and he sat upon them.
The very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road,
while others cut branches from the trees
and strewed them on the road.
The crowds preceding him and those following
kept crying out and saying:
“Hosanna to the Son of David;
blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord;
hosanna in the highest.”
And when he entered Jerusalem
the whole city was shaken and asked, “Who is this?”
And the crowds replied,
“This is Jesus the prophet, from Nazareth in Galilee.” – Matthew 21:1-11