(the crucifixion through the eyes of the apostle Peter)
I was angry when Jesus had made that statement.
How could He be able to foresee
that I was destined to deny Him thrice?
How could this possibly be?
I knew that I had served Jesus well.
I had been his true and faithful friend.
I simply would never deny the Christ.
I would be faithful to the bitter end.
I had always been the rock,
the disciple who was confident and strong.
My world had shattered when they arrested Jesus.
How could everything have gone so wrong?
I had panicked when the question was asked,
and then I had instinctively lied.
When asked if I was with the Man named Jesus,
I had immediately denied.
I had spent much of my life following Jesus.
Now had all that devotion been lost
in one brief moment of panic and cowardice?
How much had that one moment cost?
If what Jesus said would come true,
if He really would arise again and live…
Would Christ find it in His heart
this fallen disciple to forgive?
After seeing the newly arisen Christ,
after recovering from the initial shock,
I pledged my life to serving the Savior
knowing I again could become that rock.
On the train, heads down
On the street, heads down
In the store, heads down
At the gym, heads down
Mobile devices
The new human vices
Not newly arisen
But now an E PRISON
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
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7/7/2017
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