Sonnet XI Pilate

To Pilate sent to Herod then and back
A hot political potato pass’d
Unwantedly between them til at last
The cock crow raises dawn which secrets lack

To Pilate sent the final die to cast
Here Jesus stands awaiting human call
alignment with the will divine as all
Things will for those that won’t won’t last

To Pilate sent the Mater’s Plan won’t stall
he’s here at last confirm’d to death. & life
Can see its hope as demons join the strife
Mistak’d that God at last himself shall fall

This Criminal of Love at Dawn’s first crack
From Pilate sent for scourges’ lashing hack