Gethsemane. Night.
The struggle. Will he retreat,
or accept his path?
Who are you seeking?
He asked the mob. I am he;
let these others go.
When those in power
control the courts, the verdict
is never in doubt.
Do you follow him?
How shall I answer? Am I
brave enough for “Yes!”
So you are a king?
Yes; but not the kind of king
that Pilate expects.
He hangs, suspended,
arms stretched out; at one with us
and all who suffer.
Order is reversed.
Through weakness, strength; through death, life;
fear gives way to love.
© Ken Rookes 2023
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