Smuggled in darkness from his garden of prayer
the trial begins in earnest
with the departure of his chosen friends
disappearing into the shadows.
The witness against him cannot agree
their stories hold no water,
but the plot must be persecuted –
this awful drama must unfold.
Jesus’ silence infuriates them –
but his claim of kinship with God brings a fiercer anger.
Their wrath will not be satisfied
with anything less than his death.
Peter’s courage – briefly returned
will not last the hour.
A trinity of denial – a chorus of cowardice –
he is shamed, at last, to silence.
Pilate could not share the malice
of those who brought this teacher to trial
but prophecy is alluring, and the crowd has found, in Jesus
a tempting target for their temper.
The soldiers take their sport;
mocking, making their own dismal jobs
seem more meaningful – yet their names
are lost to history.
A passing stranger briefly bends his back
to Jesus burden, but in the end
the cross is meant for one alone –
the warrant posted high.
The curious crowds join the chorus
of those who call for blood;
their noise drowns out the cries for mercy
And so it ends – in dark desolation
with only an enemy there to admire
the courage – the suffering – the grace with which
this Teacher finally died.
His friends have found their courage now
in the unnatural darkness
they come to mourn, and dream – perhaps to hope
that life might yet prevail.
Jeff Lackie – April 9/09