Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Letting Judas Down

We all did. We all came from
Galilee and he from some place
down south near the City of Moab.

We didn’t mean to shut him out,
but we understood each other –
all being Galileans as Jesus was,
so when Judas didn’t get what we said
and when he called Jesus “Teacher”
instead of “Lord,” we just figured
he had a different way of talking.

To let him know we trusted him,
we put him in charge of finances –
never connecting that job to what
Jesus said about choosing between
serving God or serving money.

I guess he chose money – a lousy
thirty silver coins in exchange
for identifying Jesus as The One
we followed – The Life exchanged
for death at the price of a slave.

Later, we heard Judas felt bad
about what he’d done, but even
the priests wouldn’t absolve him
or take the money back. When he
realized Jesus wouldn’t be crowned
with anything but thorns, he hated
himself too much to live. He forgot
that Jesus– knowing what would
happen, still called him “Friend.”

Some friend, I say, but then we all
betrayed the Lord although we knew
He was more than a Rabbi, more than
a teacher, more than anyone’s slave.

by Mary Harwell Sayler

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Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Last Supper: Passover with Jesus


Is It I, Lord?
by Mary Harwell Sayler

Is it I, Lord?
I – who loves You more
than others, more than self –
deceive you? Never!
An enemy perhaps – or friend
(trying to be kind, You understand.)
But not You, Lord.
Oh, no, Oh, no, not You.

Then who or what or how
will someone else
betray You now?
Through hurting words –
cruel cutting swords
of eyes or lies, deceiving...?
In their own righteousness, believing...?

Oh, my God! My
God, it is I!
It is I
who crucify.


© 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. This poem originally saw print in the May 1984 issue of Time of Singing and later in Mary's book of Bible-based poetry, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.


Monday, March 26, 2012

Peace! Be still

poem by Mary Harwell Sayler

from Mark 4
Four Corners Come

and the wind grows
in its wildness,

and waves rush
into the Sea of Galilee,

and old stories of swine
drowning in these
waters rise and surface,

churning whitecaps
as Jesus calls:

“Be still. Be

still,”
and the waters
calm, and you and I

will settle this in peace.

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©2012, Mary Harwell Sayler, all rights reserved. Originally published in 2005 issue of National Catholic Reporter, this poem later appeared in Mary's book of Bible-based poetry, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.

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