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FRAGILITY OF PETER
FRAGILITY OF PETER
Who can wait a month for a drink of water?
Who can wait for the unfaithful to deliver us?
We all wept because war and poverty returned.
The cry of the orphans breaks off and starts again;
O Peter, the rock, a beam of light shines on your worn
Out face and your faith could not save your master.
Listen, we are all fragile Peter. It was dark when they
Took your master; we are all children of the unfaithful.
Your God wants you to understand true risen ness.
You failed seventy times seven every time the black night
Was behind you; every third time the cock crowed as
If to be a reminder of the inverse of the trinity.
We are all blown off by unlisteners. Who truly listens
Except for the master. Who truly says, I understand you
Peter, it was dark and you were afraid, fear not.
Peter, we wept all during the twentieth century all of us
Had to learn as you did, to put up your sword and throw
Your hand up in forgiveness. We all rise in our fragility.
Can a rock be fragile? Can a rock deny God? We all turn
Our backs run and hide century after century. Even the
Rock of ages eventually wears down. Where are you now Peter?
You are in every face that cowers; your faith like ours is molded
In this darkness. Even fear, shame and self loathing does not last
A lifetime or century after century. From this fragility comes strength
