A king called Herod
looks down from his lofty throne;
he has the power.
He smiles, curious,
having heard rumours and tales;
wonders if they're true.
He requests a sign;
but the man stands silently
and gives him nothing.
The monarch persists,
hearing the accusations,
asks: What do you say?
No words are spoken.
Jesus stands before the king,
waits for the next step.
Treated with contempt,
he is robed, mocked and dismissed.
Your problem, Pilate.
©
Ken Rookes 2016.
