"Judas, Peter" by Lucy Shaw
Because we are allbetrayers, taking
silver, and eating
body and blood, and asking
(guilty) is it I, and hearing
him say yes,
it would be simple for us all
to rush out
and hang ourselves.
But if we find grace
to cry and wait
after the voice of morning
has crowed in our ears
clearly enough
to break out hearts,
he will be there
to ask us each, again,
do you love me?
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