the Loneliness of Easter

The Loneliness of Easter


Pilate stared at the growing hostile mass.

Alone he stands to be manipulated

and called and crowded, til he



human justice

is undone – that God’s justice

is embedded in an empty tomb.


The crowd:

Together we are stronger and louder.

Our strident calls for death echo

back off the silent walls

of the palace in its opulence,

as we shout, ‘Let him be crucified!’

Leaving him to death, we depart,

unhurrying, worrying what have

we done? He loved us,

laid hands our sick,

stood up for us

and now he is gone and we

alone and God in the long distance.



Hiding was no good because

His voice was in my mind

‘You will betray me three times.”

Three times not once

t’would be bad enough

But I did and now I cannot

be my own company or

theirs and I weep alone





I destroyed him

and isolated us from hope.

We are abandoned,

unaided and he

did not take

silver, he gave life

in his loneliness.



Yes, I said, ‘Your will not mine be done!”

And then it struck like a stone,

as I stood in silence by Pilate,

It was also their will.

They want me to die.

I have no one left but Him

And Eloi, Eloi lama Sabachthani,

Even He left.



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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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