April
18, 2014
Today all day I was thinking about Peter and his denial of Christ
in the events of Good Friday. In Matthew 26 Jesus tells Peter to his face that Peter will deny
even knowing Christ before the night was out. And it happens just as Jesus said. Peter instantly regretful, weeps about it.
It really is Maundy Thursday this incident happens (or symbolically happens
as we don’t know it was actually a Thursday), but I think about what Peter is
weighed down with as Jesus says, “It is finished” and what Friday night was
like for him.
Cock’s
Third Cry
Fire
light flickers
Fog
rolls sickens
Night
deepens fills
Cut
open it spills
My
insides out.
Now no doubt
But
then, then I sinned
Turning
away,
Spinned
dizzy with grief
I
wanted relief
Had
none
I
run
Beyond
the pale
Footsteps
echoing fail
Undone
sharp shorn
Wish
I hadn’t been born
What
have I done?
I
gave up the one
I
had sworn to protect
A
moment of neglect
To
save myself
Putting
honor on the shelf
Stopping,
panting hard
I’ve
run very far
I
fall down
Where
I was bound
I
do not know
Looking
up I see
Him
not me.
On
this hillside he died
This
I cannot deny
Crusted
crab of grief
Crawls
to a seat
Here
beneath the cross
I
live his loss
Waiting
for morning light
To
take back this wretched night
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