Saturday, December 20, 2008

Late, Staring

There was one lamp burning.
Some were asleep, but of course
Jesus was dead. All together,
but in the late hours
after the first rooster crows
when the deep dark still rests
everyone is alone.

Matthew was the most
abandoned. Peter and John
could return to fishing, but
he had left a cheating
lifestyle, thrown a party
for Jesus and
all his thieving friends.
He had come out.

His life would not refold
into tax collecting. He knew
no other work.
Had he ever cast out demons,
traveled preaching,
run off children? He
could not account.

He was cast off
in the upper room, in
a corner saved
for sinners, any dreams
for three days rotting
in a new grave.

1 comment:

Ginny's gems said...

Thanks, I wonder how many new Christians feel just this way. May we help them find their way in their new life. Ginny