Lenten Poem XVIII
Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life. Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week. Blessings.
“Meanwhile, the high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and his teaching. “I have spoken openly to the world,” Jesus replied. “I always taught in synagogues or at the temple, where all the Jews come together. I said nothing in secret. Why question me? Ask those who heard me. Surely they know what I said.” When Jesus said this, one of the officials nearby slapped him in the face. “Is this the way you answer the high priest?” he demanded. “If I said something wrong,” Jesus replied, “testify as to what is wrong. But if I spoke the truth, why did you strike me?”” (John 18:19–23, NIV)
XVIII
Passion Week - late Thursday, early Friday
Night had fallen
They came for you
Men of authority
demanded to see you
"Law" they proclaimed
and Law they trampled
Fear of exposure
compelled their subterfuge
Their greatest hypocrisy?
Dishonor judged Virtue.
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