san miguel de allende wakes early,
her town dressed in a profusion of purple jacaranda blossoms.
the warm air is charged with the peeling of ancient bells,
calling everyone out into the sunrise of palm sunday.
you can walk up or down all the cobblestone streets,
the salutations of welcoming are everywhere.
altar windows of viernes de dolores tear at your heart,
their quiet beauty standing witness to grace.
ancient traditions passed down for five hundred years.
an abundance of palm fronds, nimble fingers,
weave the past firmly into the hearts of the present.
the air will be pungent with the fragrance of incense,
chamomile, faith and believing under impossibly blue skies.
may your heart be filled with the comfort of beauty
and the welcoming of palms.