Patrick Aquilone Poet Ballad

Lord May I

Pontius Pilate facing Jesus questioned what is true.
The answer stood in front of him not a what but a who.
But a breath away from perfect truth if only he knew.
Lord may I never be so blinded that I miss you too.

One man hung on a cross finger tips from the almighty.
Salvation within his grasp but too proud to clearly see.
Instead hurling insults for a fleeting moment of glee.
Lord may I never be so proud I fail to bend the knee.

Jealous leaders plotted to extinguish God's holy light.
Foolishly loving darkness acting like tombs washed in white.
Eyes so deceived they could not see the dire of their own plight.
Lord may I never be so fooled I walk by my own sight.

One woman abounding with love anointed with weeping.
With expensive alabaster perfume kept on pouring.
Overcome with thankfulness she just kept his feet washing.
Lord may I be like her with thanks and love overflowing.

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Candide Diderot October 31, 2025 at 1:18 AM "Lord may I never be so proud I fail to bend the knee." That day will arrive for all of us. This is a powerful, thought provoking and beautiful write. Magdalene, her story is well worth looking further into; such a woman to have the faith to believe. Should the alternative present that there was no miraculous resurrection, it would be fascinating to learn if any children were produced - His legacy. Patrick Aquilone October 31, 2025 at 8:15 AM Thanks. Candide Diderot October 31, 2025 at 1:18 AM Or are we all His children (in one way or another), come what may. I do believe in miracles and the supernatural. It's all mesmerising. Beautiful poem. Thank you.