Pilate’s Calvary
(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
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.