
Photo by Marco Verch
By Emi Iwanaga
(Poem based on Luke 23:1-7)
He stands before Pilate, hands bound, body covered with wounds.
Surrounded by a crowd, agitated, one by one speaking out against my Teacher.
I observe His eyes search the faces of his accusers. Some seemingly intent on their mission with stony hearts, their eyes never meet His. And there are others, when their eyes meet His, stumble over their words, falter for just a bit or in that moment their voices lower, and yet they continue stating their
accusations.
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