In response to the question below:
"What would happen if Pilate met the resurrected Jesus?" I wrote:
So what would happen if Pilate
met Jesus?
Only it's not the stripped and
bound
Sleep haggard man who stood
before him once?
Nor even the ragged, bloodied,
abused "king of the Jews"
Bayed by the hound like crowd,
dream haunting man.
This one's alive, a
"gardener" king. Shows up
unannounced.
Life treasuring, love affirming,
slippery with the material world.
A judge - but it's him
judging,
A king, but his army are blades
of fiery wings
A man of truth. True to his word.
I wonder what shifty Pilate would
have made
Of a resurrected man he'd thrown
To a common fate?
And for those with little imagination who like to think through details (me)
"If you were a witness to Jesus crucifixion
What do you see? What do you hear?"
Early morning brutality
An unwilling traveller shouldering
a beam
Jesus stumbling, bloodied,
towards execution
The sweat of fear, iron tang of
blood
Sweating soldiers in leather and
metal
The creak of body armour and the
slap and scrape
Of military boots on paved stones
A totally human, courageous man
Who just happens to be God,
refuses a drug
That would have taken the edge
off the agony.
He would not shirk from any of
our pain.
Screaming, swearing men as the
nails thud
Home through flesh into
beams. The dull thump
As the cross piece drops into
place.
The hammer blows of the notice of
death.
Mocking, insulting, coarse and
cultured voices
Scorn, derision. The sound of dice hitting hardened earth.
And the world narrows in.
Sounds of women crying
And the words of wracked out God.
A death with little pity or
compassion.
And I don't know what to say.
Sometimes it feels academic
Because it's real but I've been
there
A lot of times. Forgive me when I don't
Appreciate it as I should.
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