I’ve always held particular fondness, tender feeling, for this particular scripture:
Then Jesus sat on the young donkey and slowly, humbly, made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem, fulfilling the ancient prophecy in Zechariah 9:9:
“Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”
Although, I don’t claim to be religious per se; I do enjoy reading, and meditating on biblical scripture, while contemplating the individual days leading up to Christ’s death through Easter Sunday. Retracing sacred moments and observances, that inspired, altered, the collective heart of mankind with love, is in my eyes, a supreme expression of divine beauty.