JUDAS, PETER


In faith I betray.
My faith I fail to say.
I put cost to my trust.
Mine in fear I just lost.

Silver pieces I sowed.
An ear my dagger mowed.
Son of man amidst us I show.
Son of God amongst us grow.

The master I so truly know.
To His end I didn’t follow.
One of the dozen chosen.
A special place I was given.

I failed myself not He.
It was as it was to be.
And my life I chose to kill.
After tears, I humbled my will.

POEM: The Dove on the Distant Oak

The symbolic tree

The Dove on the Distant Oak

Further than man would reach
Perch the Dove high on wood.
That old acorn time’s search
Created to fit man’s own hood.

In the air up and so distant;
Safe from man’s own filth,
The Oak hosts for an instant
That hatchling of man’s guilt.

Seen and called with a but,
Calm as it coos with love.
If faith and love shows not,
Then above remains the Dove.

The Message Came as a man