March 2: “Sonnet 98 (Barabbas)” by Day Williams

Sonnet 98 (Barabbas)

 

I can’t believe they set me free. That man,

So peaceful, self-assured, prepared to die–

Even Pontius Pilate, who’s no fan

Of Jews, said he had done no wrong. I’ll fly

 

Down this road fast as this gray donkey can

Trot, far from crosses silhouetted high

On Calvary, the symbols of the plans

By Rome to rule by fear. I want to cry

 

When my own countrymen, my fellow Jews,

Meekly obey the goons and clowns from Rome

Who wield the swords and shields. I have a chance

Again to stir rebellion, as I choose.

 

How foolish was that Jesus to come home,

Claiming he was a prophet. Such romance!

~Day Williams

 

February 24: “Try as You Might” by Day Williams

Try as You Might

Try as you might each day and night
You’ll never understand
The ways the King of Everything
Has brought about His plans

For you, His child, so mild and wild,
Perplexed, confused, adrift
Between the rocks that bang and block
Sea passages that lift

You higher yet, for He’s paid debts,
All debts that you’ve accrued–
Each rude caprice and fleshly spree–
How Christ has been abused.

He’ll comfort you when you are true
And love with no reserve;
You’ll be surprised He’s realized
That you have curved and swerved.

When darkness falls, the Spirit calls
With a gentle tug on heart:
Confess your crimes, give him your time . . .
Let Him make you His art.

~Day Williams