Please find below a poem that I wrote over twenty years ago. I hope that it provokes your thinking as to what the thought processes were going through the minds of the other characters in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.
There you are,
Languishing in
torturous hell!
Meanwhile, on
earth,
On a tree
swings your empty shell.
Your name,
whenever heard
By righteous
children, is hissed at;
An act at which
Your
evanescent, effervescent joy becomes flat.
No one sings
your praises,
You are the
villain of the piece.
You are now
entrapped
In a place
without release.
You could have
become a hero,
The example of
loyalty;
But you decided
To imprison the
One who sets men free.
So much could
have been yours,
A chance to
partake in a mission;
But you decided
That you were
not to further that vision.
At a bargain,
you sold your soul
And life for
the price of a slave,
So now you wish
That everyone
could live in their own cave,
The Jews were
joyous
And the Gentiles
could not care less
But, as a
result
Of your action,
your life was in a mess.
Greed for
money,
Desire for
publicity or utter remorse –
All you wish is
That you were
not controlled by such a force.
But you acted
As you did and
now you must
Face the
consequences
In this place
of darkness and dust.
You could have
Gone to heaven
with your friends
But you failed
–
The only
disciple not to make it in the end.
© Andrew Drury
2018
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