The Bowl

Dip your hands
and then raise them above the bowl

See, the water runs off
as the heifer lies dead beneath you
an atonement for the innocent murdered.
Our hands did not shed this blood
Nor did our eyes see it.
The guilt is gone.

Dip your hands
and then raise them above the bowl

See, the altar remains to walk round;
The innocent proclaim thanksgiving
and tell of your wondrous deed.

Dip your hands
and then raise them above the bowl

Is it in vain?
Despite his innocence will you still
Strike
Rebuke
Betray?

Dip your hands
and then raise them above the bowl

Even in the washing of hands
Your guilt, your neglect, is there for all to see

The bowl, the river, the font, the tomb.
In, out
Death, Resurrection.

Who is the Pilate of who’s destiny now?