PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … March 25, 2015

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My Day in Court

Standing, shivering

Trying to be brave

Reading of the charges

Waiting my turn

“What do you plead?”

Remembering my counsel

Don’t admit to anything

Stay mute, impassive

Plead ‘not guilty’

Hope for a technicality

Pray for a sympathetic jury

Confuse a witness

Cross-examine the expert

Develop an alibi

Appear refined

Emote confidence

Don’t take the stand

Refuse to answer questions

Guilt demands proof

Evidence is hard to come by

A hung jury

Leaves me unhung

There is no truth

If the doubt can be shadowed

There is no conviction

If the case is dismissed

Perhaps a lesser charge

A bargaining chip

Yet when can conscience clear?

If the “see” is murky

Someday

Someplace

Somewhere

Somehow

Somewhat

Some moment

Our lives will be revealed

Innocence impossible

Defense futile

The best plea?

Guilty.

Our fate left to the mercy

Of a court which considers how merciful we be

The sentence will eliminate

All questions

Closing the dangling clause.

“Hear ye! Hear ye!”

I am guilty.

An amazing verdict:

The truth has set me free.

 

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G-40: Practical … September 5, 2014

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Crucifixion should never be discussed casually.

Damn those who study it as a theological necessity or a part of any kind of holy plan.

For after all, the idea of capital punishment isn’t particularly “capital.”

I came to live as a human. Of course, somewhere along the line, that does entail death. I guess I was hoping this would occur as an old, old man, from a mild heart attack as I was sleeping in Rome, after finishing up a spectacular revival.

Just not to be.

If God has a plan, He must desert it because He has cast his lot with humans.

Golgotha–the place of the skull. A cranium without face or brain, for that matter.

My feelings are mixed, tossed to and fro, squeezed by reality, only prohibited from smothering me by the expansiveness of faith.

The trial they put me through came to an awkward impasse–the witnesses against me constantly contradicting each other. It became apparent that I might be cleared on a technicality–maybe exiled back to Galilee.

Yet you can’t go back, can you?

What is their concern?

They say they are worried because I call myself God.

Alexander did it.

Caesar, likewise.

It’s nothing new. Whenever men gain power, they like to claim some aspect of divinity.

But see, here’s the problem: if God really has visited mankind, then why do we need religion or priests anymore? Scared the bejesus out of them.

So I stepped in and simplified their plight.

I told them I was God. I told them that they would see me one day and know I was God.

They deemed this arrogant and blasphemous. The proclamation sealed my fate.

They are killing me.

I am a reluctant martyr, a disappointed teacher, a rejected friend and a lonely savior.

I must warn them that their deeds will reverberate back to them with future consequences.

“Your house is left to you desolate!”

How can I tell them that chosen people must be replaced by people who choose?

I know this–you can’t save the whole world if you’re trying to promote one race.

So I took a haggard breath, wincing in pain.

I am trying to die well.

It is all they have afforded me.

 

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