Crazy Religion: A Poem for Holy Week- The thoughts of Pontius Pilate

Crazy Religion

A poem for Holy Week

(The thoughts of Pontius Pilate)

Their crazy religion creates

empty Hosannas

that sound full

Promises for them have

been so broken

and their memories

long dead now

desire

resurrection

But there shall be no

new life in

their desert of hope

This surprising cactus

that appears to

bloom

will soon be

cut down

They think him some king

but he has no

kingdom…no rule

He forgets that he is

my subject always-

his hands tied to

a reality he

cannot escape

Bring me water that I

may wash away

the residue of

their

crazy religion

I will once again kill

their longing

for a more

that

cannot be

It will be over soon-

This premature sunrise

of dusty prophecies

The sun will set on

this crazy religion

And I can go home

and sleep

and forget

Bring me water…

Jody Seymour

Holy Week 2019