"Somebody Had to be Judas"
Don't think I don't see that.
Bad luck
for me.
Good news, of course,
for Christians everywhere.
That was such a strange week:
the rock’n’roll arrival -
genuine Jesusmania -
the agitated worthies,
the huddled conversations …
the transaction,
the terms of which I thought
I understood,
but clearly didn’t -
the devil was in the detail,
and God, it seems,
in my misunderstanding.
And then the whole palaver -
"Is it me, Lord? Is it me?",
that business with the bread.
Raised voices,
upturned tables ...
you try flouncing out in sandals.
They say he agonised for hours,
crying "Lord, I am not worthy!"
Was I worthy? I could not
not kiss him
in the garden,
in the torches' flare,
and there was never more joy in heaven:
one homecoming king;
one fatted calf.
© 2008 David C.
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