Oooooo, I love this! For all the deep and profound reasons fellow readers mention, but also how it flits around to the scenes where the governor’s wife may have learned of or encountered Jesus. Some of my friends at home and I especially love the line about the “young gray donkey, silly with dignity.”
Well done, this is brilliant! I love how you shine the light on that one forgotten, small part of the story and remind us how it echoes the bigger picture.
Such an interesting tidbit of one of the four readings of that day's events. So curious. I hope she cut him off sex for the rest of his life. Speaking of this topic, I always wondered how Joseph was okay with Mary getting pregnant immaculately. He must have been an exceedingly trusting man. 99.99% of the men of his time would have accused her of either infidelity or witchcraft and either way, things would not have gone well for our deal old Mary.
I love this: the cadences, the swing from one vignette to the next, the capture of moments within moments, and especially the incredible question of what it meant to the sufferer.
I'll add just one note that captures my thoughts from the story itself: Pilate's wife was the only person who spoke in Jesus' defense during the trial. He did not speak for himself. The crowd turned against him. She didn't argue his guilt--she knew that Pilate knew he was innocent. But she spoke for him in the only way she could. <3
Poignant, intimate observation of a peripheral character whose dream held truth albeit no power. A reminder to always speak your truth even if its message falls on deaf ears.
“…can be enough sometimes, can sometimes still be more” is not clear to me🤓. Magnificent poem.
Procia or Procula, later Claudia Procula.
I did discover on Wikipedia that there is a lot of unofficial musing on Pilate's wife, and she is regarded as a saint in the Eastern church.
Pilate’s wife was unnamed and only identified in relationship țo her husband.
Wives/women had their “place”.
Were her dreams even (remotely) heard?
Was Pilate of weak-mindedness?
Or was the devil in the works?
Your poem provoked so many thoughts…just as it should at Easter.
I wonder if her dreams continued to disturb her for the rest of her life--or maybe she had perfect peace. We will never know... ❤️
Only you would notice that one line and then make a wonderful poem from it! I don't think that line ever registered with me. Thanks!
And where did you find that young grey donkey, silly with dignity? Happy that you did!
Oooooo, I love this! For all the deep and profound reasons fellow readers mention, but also how it flits around to the scenes where the governor’s wife may have learned of or encountered Jesus. Some of my friends at home and I especially love the line about the “young gray donkey, silly with dignity.”
What a guy! If an angel appeared to me I’d sign on to any number of numbskull ideas.
Well done, this is brilliant! I love how you shine the light on that one forgotten, small part of the story and remind us how it echoes the bigger picture.
Such an interesting tidbit of one of the four readings of that day's events. So curious. I hope she cut him off sex for the rest of his life. Speaking of this topic, I always wondered how Joseph was okay with Mary getting pregnant immaculately. He must have been an exceedingly trusting man. 99.99% of the men of his time would have accused her of either infidelity or witchcraft and either way, things would not have gone well for our deal old Mary.
This is wonderful.
wow. I hadn't ever given much thought to the wife or her dream. Or how much courage it would take for her to speak of it. Thank you.
Enjoyed this and loved your afterthought too !
I love this: the cadences, the swing from one vignette to the next, the capture of moments within moments, and especially the incredible question of what it meant to the sufferer.
I'll add just one note that captures my thoughts from the story itself: Pilate's wife was the only person who spoke in Jesus' defense during the trial. He did not speak for himself. The crowd turned against him. She didn't argue his guilt--she knew that Pilate knew he was innocent. But she spoke for him in the only way she could. <3
I am always here for art that restores forgotten women's lives and words to the world.
Poignant, intimate observation of a peripheral character whose dream held truth albeit no power. A reminder to always speak your truth even if its message falls on deaf ears.
“…can be enough sometimes, can sometimes still be more” is not clear to me🤓. Magnificent poem.