Jerusalem: that hard and ghastly night,
when Jesus' future suddenly seemed grim
to us; and hope was no more than a dim
reflection of a sliver of bad light---
I said the words I thought ought to be said:
(I felt quite brave then, not a bit of dread):
I told him I would gladly die with Him.
(That privilege. in time, went to criminals;
and how those last hours must have changed their souls!)
But in the courtyard of the high priest's palace,
a servant's words accused me: I denied
all knowledge of Him, as he prophesed---
although I did so out of fear, not malice.
I set myself up, majorly, to fail:
worse, even, then Judas' colder betrayal.
Starward
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