Judas Bids Farewell

Judas Bids Goodnight

The clouds, the source of rain one stormy night

My makeshift shelter wet with dew

The garden we thought hidden, now in sight

They asked me his name as though I knew

Stars were scarce in the overhead sky

Unlike the morning He was born

I heard them whisper that He spoke a lie

“You may still yet live”, I was forewarned

I was tired and beaten, hungry and torn

As I heard coins jingling within the sack

“Go and kiss the man” whose sins you’ve bourn

And you can go before we attack”

The rain was torrential, the wind was high

Laughter of swordsmen between the drops

Even as I turned, I began to cry

I had just sold my soul for silver crops

Under the bridge at the garden’s edge

A knotted rope hung from a rusty nail

I dropped the sack and climbed the hedge

For me, there would be no appeal

I had known the Son of Man and betrayed a king

Who now the soldiers would attend

Into eternity I did swing

But God was not the cause, of my bitter end

Comments: 20

RedBird. B. Oct 2, 2011, 12:28pm UTC

Robert, Wonderful Poem!
A light did go off, a bit late, but The Truth Be Told! :)

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Randi Burnham-Brown Oct 2, 2011, 2:13pm UTC

exremely well written. You are a true writer.

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william d. Oct 2, 2011, 3:20pm UTC

May God richly bless you this day...

Robert - just a simple man - B. Oct 2, 2011, 10:47pm UTC

He did. I received a gift from my church.

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Chick J. Oct 2, 2011, 3:29pm UTC

A quiet thought provoking poem. Great job.

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Angela A. Oct 2, 2011, 7:32pm UTC

Very lovely dearie

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Robert - just a simple man - B. Oct 8, 2011, 1:58pm UTC

thank you, dearie

(please let me know if donald efver gets hit by lightning, falls in the road and gets run over by a baskin Robbins truck....)

But Donald, I'm not wishing you any bad luck, just saying....

Angela A. Oct 8, 2011, 7:20pm UTC

I'm sure he'll be glad to know that you're not wishing him ill, while imagining him getting run over by a truck. Lol

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Jean R B. Oct 2, 2011, 8:14pm UTC

Very good poem for today, thank you, Robert.

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Marianne K. Oct 2, 2011, 9:12pm UTC

No, God was not the cause of his bitter end, nor is he ever our cause. You portrayed the atmosphere of that unforgettable betrayal through the eyes of Judas in remarkably haunting poetry, not asking for sympathy on his behalf, for he remained the man at heart that he always was.

Robert - just a simple man - B. Oct 2, 2011, 10:48pm UTC

Thank you Ms Marianne.

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Ann Marcaida Oct 3, 2011, 10:20am UTC

Would you consider sharing this with Losing Your Religion?

Robert - just a simple man - B. Oct 3, 2011, 11:19am UTC

Of course my friend....

Ann Marcaida Oct 3, 2011, 11:48am UTC

Now featured!

Robert - just a simple man - B. Oct 3, 2011, 11:51am UTC

Thank you.

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Ann Marcaida Oct 3, 2011, 10:25am UTC

I agree with Marianne-- part of the reason this poem works is because Judas does not ask for the reader's sympathy. This poem clearly comes from you heart, and I like some of your interesting and novel use of words. (For instance, "silver crops"). Now featured at Gather's Best Writers and Artists.

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