Monday 3 March 2014

John 800 and thirty-nine

If one of them had understood

if one of them had known

each one of the apostles would

have cast the first stone

They laid him out in honour

They laid him on his bed

decided they would eat his flesh

decided he was dead

But still he lived among them

yet no one knew his name

his eyes were sunken back

and swallowed up in pain

Abraham's children 

10,000 strong that day

inherited the past

then cast it all away

Judas was a preacher who

sat upon his throne

and laughed in merriment

as he stroked his band of gold

and counted all the money

and counted all the heads

And Abraham's children cried over his death

Who do you look to god for who do you understand

who do you believe was truly son of man

Look into the ocean the sea has it's own ways

and the stars need no disciples to send them to their graves

Bereft and lost we seem but are we really free

Can we learn to stand without the guilt that colours all we dream

Abraham's children increased their force of arms

then threw them in the water

and burned them in the sand

the sky will be their dwelling place without the plans of man

And who will walk before us

And who will walk alone

And who will take the prophet's hand

and lead him to his tomb