Spy Wednesday: a meditation poem

          A meditation poem for Holy (Spy) Wednesday

Spy Wednesday

We feel it once again

approach,

as a shiver on the

spine,

the annual reminder,

the telling of the

true tale;

of the betrayal

of love,

of light,

of God;

existing

not just then

but

always;

an option in each

moment.

Beguiled by shadows

of desire,

always appearing

bigger and better

than that whose

shape

they,

in their smoke selves

flickeringly take

falsely;

we tell ourselves

the story

as old as eden:

It is for our good,

or

for their good,

or

for goodness sake,

or

for eventual good.

But we

know,

always,

deep down we

know,

as inch by inch,

step by step,

we turn our back on

Him,

on Love,

and allow

the callous clinking of

coin

to fall upon the

floor

of a once clean

sanctuary,

our fairy gold that

disappears

in morning light,

yet we,

knowing that good is

hard,

too often

take the eden easy

way,

and

descend the

steps of

desire

until despair

beckons...

Hold!

He is looking at

you,

always!

In this moment,

meet His eyes,

who saw you

first in

eternal

gaze of Love

from everlasting,

and hear Him call

your true

name!

Give Him

your

judas shrunken self,

lost in egoic agony,

and let

His betrayed and bought

blood

purchase for you

instead

Peter's

true tears,

crystalising

into repentant

rock

beneath

Easter's

thrice told

benediction.

"The real sin of Judas was not the betrayal of Christ but his rejection of the forgiveness offered for that betrayal."