Two pitchers, two bowls
Two pair of hands
of the pastor and the proconsul
Metaphorical markers of a life well spent
Water poured ritually from pitcher to bowl
hear it clatter and swirl
Close your eyes, feel the liquid on your skin
as you are preacher or Pilate
One dips his hands into the living water
rests them on His head in blessing, a sacrament
The counterpart cups his hands in the deep
washes his hands of him
gives the Son over to the mob,
in verdict and fulfillment
1/11/06 23:45, revised 1/12/06 6:16
Matthew 27:24-26
(Raymond A. Foss)
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