Peter & I, Good Friday {a #poem}
After the garden—
The giving away, the giving up
The ghastly truth poured out,
Words like threadbare sheets
Could not cover the lies,
I do not know him!
Yet He Who Can Be Known
Returned for this one,
Walking first in The Way
Then across the waves,
Wooing with words and
An outstretched hand,
Covering falsehoods with
A grace-laced cloak of
Red, the once and for all act
Voicing louder than any denial
You are the Rock. Let me build
Something great in you.
And so He begins, over-
Turning stones, handing them
One at a time and I palm them
Facedown at the cross, build
An altar of pebble truths,
They mark my freedom and we
Turn, walk together on
The Way, solid under my feet.
