The Goat That Goes Into the Wilderness
This rope that strangled me so mercilessly,
Frayed ends unpicked now, twisted into twine,
My Judas noose made into tapestry.
Make fruit of these dreaded labours of mine.
I could hang pallidly but now instead,
I colour this dark world the deepest hues
With emerald, amber, ruby, silken threads,
Stitched all together with shimmering blues.
A friend’s betrayal that led to saving grace,
I’ll turn this heartache into something pure.
My God, take futile bitterness, replace
It for your glory, make it something more.
But take this cup away from me, I begged,
For you, He said, I bled to give you living bread.
Copyright © Alice Reynolds | Year Posted 2025
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