Pilate’s Calvary
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(A Haibun)
It was a hard slog up that hill, yet the summit didn’t seem any nearer. I wanted to turn back but something drove me onwards and upwards towards a tree-lined ridge.
I stopped, took a deep breath, and scrambled up to the brow of the hill where I saw a large crowd gathered at the foot of one of the trees. This tree had been chopped into two pieces, with one nailed to the other, forming a crude cross.
There wasn’t a murmur from anyone now. The crowd that had shouted and bayed earlier for a man to be crucified was silent.
Slowly, I raised my head. I knew well what I would see. The innocent man I had condemned to death earlier that day, nailed to a dogwood, and flanked by two common criminals. Over his head a plaque with words of contempt: ‘Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews.’
I knelt before him,
in his agony I cried.
For my sins he died.
The MockingOwl Roost welcomes writers and artists from all religions and spiritual backgrounds. We do, however, have some other Christian-themed writings that may help you experience this Easter season.
- Writing Theology Papers – Positivity Corner
- That Night in Parramatta – Essay
- Playfull Mission – Interviews with Troy Cady – Part 1 & Part 2
- It’s Jesus or Your Car – Essay
- I Will Answer Yes – Essay
- Breath Prayer and Reflections – Positivity Corner
- How an Irreverent Comedy, a Stack of Books, and One Woman Helped Save My Christian Sanity – Essay
- How Never Doubting Christian Dogma Nearly Ruined My Life and Why I’m Grateful to Have Doubts – Essay
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Susan Carberry
Susan was born and lives in NW London. For thirty years her inspiration is an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour and a deep faith in God. She spends her time between Roundwood Lodge and Rubio Café, having breakfast at Roundwood, and in the afternoon arriving at Rubio for a latte and a ‘to die for’ slice of carrot cake. She is a familiar figure in her neighbourhood, speeding along in her mobility scooter. When asked how she is, her response is always: I’m still alive. Yes, Susan’s still alive!
For more, check out Susan reading her poetry.