Poem April 14, 1962 Issue

EASTER TRIUMPH

Pearl Strachan Hurd

Was he a king then? The question rang
From wall to menacing wall
Of the council chamber.
Was that all?

All the questioning?
The worldly fear
Of the high priests
Who stood near

Labeled that important.
Pilate said,
"What is truth?" As if
In those anguished eyes he read

Something hate and prejudice
Could not see.
But leave that to poets!
Who was he?

Who but a servant of the State?
He had his job to keep.
Sooner or later he would know
The cost of sleep.

There was none who dared reach out
A saving hand,
And heavy the shroud of grief
On the little band.

But the one they hanged
Between two thieves that day
Finished in glory
What he had to say!

Pearl Strachan Hurd

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