Black Halo

Fra Angelico Sermon on the Mount Jesus and his tight knit group the pristine sculptured scene breathtaking and serene a halo light surrounds the head of keen ears leaning in it’s as if the disciples have died and gone to heaven to relive this ultimate speech robe’d in blue, red and pinks yet there’s a disparity, a blot Judas’ halo is black he’s nothing more than a crescent moon to be blown off the mountain peak be the absentee scourge remembered no more floored to the basement of hell O that each one a saint bereft of sins’ chains the silver in his grip a shark in their midst shamed, shamed by the Lord in chains who’d die for him a lame duck who’d not embrace the words of God’s lips as if they were life itself 2/4/2021