A poem for Holy week

This is a post I wrote in my original blog last Holy Week. I felt it belonged here now so I offer it once again.

These words began to form in my mind quite some years ago.
It concerns Jesus after his arrest when he is brought, firstly, before King Herod and afterwards, before the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilate.

                        ONLY SILENCE

                  He didn't speak to Herod,
                  But for Pilate there were answers;
                  One, of his own race, a king,
                  And one, the hated foreign ruler.

                  We may wonder why this silence 
                  for the one and not the other.

                  May we learn when not to answer
                  Is the wiser path to follow.
                  When the hearer doesn't listen
                  Only silence speaks our truth.  

Why is it that we can see these things, and even write poems about them, but not be able to follow our own advice or, even more so, the example of Jesus? Still learning, I suppose.

Some more thoughts

Even the smallest particle within creation is held in existence by the pulsating power of God's love.

We are held in the heart of an all-encompassing love.

God is my comfortable companion.

To God

Let your love and truth be the bed-rock of my life.

Heal my heart, 
Soften my soul,
Still my mind.

Please bring us from our needs to our knees.