WHAT IS TRUTH, SAID PILATE

 

WHAT IS TRUTH SAID PILATE

What is truth said pilate

As if it were a summer day

As if he were picking berries with a friend

And they had time enough and world

To discuss these things at their leisure

Three words an eternal scar on the air

An enigma a devastation

He did not seem to know with whom he spoke

Or that power rested in his hands

To save the Truth standing before him

Despite his wife and her troubled dream

Her hammering at him have nothing to do

With the death of this man

But Pilate lingered, dreamy in the moment

At his leisure

What on God’s earth was he thinking

I ponder again and again

That truth is cheap?

Like a thin suit on a summer’s day?

Like a black caesura in the poem of the Heart.

You brushed away, small fly at the picnic.

Mary angela douglas 21 january 2024