of what he did, the disparity, indeed,
within the life-giving death sentence
The derogatory excellence
of a blood bath, ruptured heart, brutal thorns in scalp
resulting in the world’s best emollients… the love bath…
- Wife executing tongue judgement as he
chews on the details of his judgement
palms extended, sight - blurry, teary; mind excited yet weary
from the magnitude of so inconsequential a judgement
How come Herod didn’t find no guilt to judge him?
Why wouldn’t Caiaphas and Annas touch him?
“Why has purpose chosen me not just to scorch him; flog him; but cross him?”
- He rises to the roof of his haunted palaceThe grandeur offers no solace, rather, malaise
- In nothing but a loin wrap, he watches
Centurions, Generals, hustle loin wraps from
the condemned guilt-ridden innocence on
the hill of skulls far beyond the
plains carpeted by the chatter of guiltless sinners
Sinners freed by the same one they held captive…
Sinners intelligibly arguing the foolishness
of God’s wisdom within a limited mental capacity hindered by
the same sin that the guiltless guilty one would add infinitum
to
Unclean-cleansed trooping back from the execution of their life eternal…
“How come he never uttered a word?”
His soliloquy sounds so loud, the ear muffs in his heart are ripped apart (almost)…so sad
Never has such excellence reeked from a carpenter
Not even the emperor’s carpenter
Even from this distance he could feel the calm
Whenever he set his eyes on Him, a balm
So psalm (like), evaded the crank
dissembling his sanity, or rather insanity
He felt (like) the gentle penetrating eyes beckon
“come on to me, oh ye that condemn me”
That’s what he heard, convictions tugged his beard
without condemnation aforethought…
The guilty had condemned the guilt-ridden guiltless
The merciless cross-ified the merciful
The seemingly tragedy appeared to him - endless
it was indeed, for the fearlessness in the eyes of this right rebel
was about to tame the childishness & ferociousness of Hades
Endlessly…
He sees a sparkling asterix, what appears to a smile & a wink
from Golgotha outshine the sun’s glint
& the wife, having assumed her position behind her man
devoid of woollen condemnation about this one that condemns,
whispers - “I see it too”
in tandem, Pilate thinks out loud as a tear comes about
“Do you think I fulfilled purpose?”
Knowingly and unknowingly she retorts “3 days will tell”Just then the guilt-ridden innocence’ head fell
Journey to hell, the salesman went to sell
Life to death
If He had not sold life insurance to death, Pilate would still be musing
beside you as you conclude this muse I tell
Have you bough’ your Life-insurance?
Shhhh! Don’t yell!
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