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Tag: Ghazal

Stations of the Cross 4 Matthew 26 Peter’s Denial


You know, on the water I too did walk

I’m pretty solid. Rabbi calls me the rock

Imagine me, a poor, simple fisherman

Mending nets that day on a lakeside rock

Rabbi comes to me and bids me follow

Me! So poor that I sit upon a rock

So many better choices, he chose me

A common fisherman, my chair of rock

I followed. What choice did I have really?

His teachings truth, learned sitting upon a rock.

Water to wedding wine, wife’s mother healed

Through dark hours Rabbi steady as a rock

He bade me come when on the water he walked

He resuced me when I sank like a rock

Lazarus three days dead and stinking raised

Then the day with Elijah on another rock

Words fail to describe things I’ve learned and seen

Since the day he called me off that hard rock

For sure the Rabbi is the Son of God

His words calms storms, praises spring from the rock

He is my God, my Savior, my joy, my life

Yet in this courtyard I sit on a rock

Last night’s blurry events cloud emotion

There’s one! that man over there on the rock!

New seder, the prayer in the garden

Pretending to pray, kneeling at a rock

What did Judas do? That damn betrayer!

Not me crazy girl! Leave me on this rock.

Why did the Rabbi men Malchus’ shorn ear?

The Rabbi loved, I picked up a hard rock.

There’s another Galilean blasphemer!

If not to defend why nam me the rock?

Last night didn’t he say to arm ourselves

He said other things too, some to the rock.

Not all Galileans are dumbasses!

I’m found out! I must find another rock!

I have seen this man with the Blasphemer

Shit! I’m caught. My only weapon a rock.

May I rot in hell if I am that man!

What did the Rabbi try to tell the rock?

Perched on courtyard fence, rooster greets the day

Simon, readied for a fight, drops his rock.

Oh Lord! What have I done? What did I do?

Thrice I denied my Lord! I am some rock!

Consumed in suicidal tears, he runs

The Tearful Sinner reflects on a rock.


Station of the Cross 3: Luke 22:66-71 Jesus at the Sanhedrin

Awake too soon after the Paschal wine
Groggy disciples did not cross the line
A short nap night with spiritual chiding
At dawn the bound Master led to the line
Priests in saintly garb sanctimonious
In judgement’s seat question him at the line
You the Messiah are not, this we know
If you are though tell us now was their line
You well religious men will not believe
This scoundrel who stands at the Council line
Tell us the plain truth are you Messiah
Defy us Godless sinner cross that line
A chilled hush descends on the sunlit room
Searing tension mounts all around the line
Sweat rolls down the fevered priests’ prideful brows
The stressed Master must answer at the line
You said it is the defiant reply
Joyous priests need no others at the line
Murmur molds into a cheer to wise priests
The Sinner laments the crossed Mosaic line

Stations of the Cross 2 Mark 14:43-46

Why does the Master chide? Is that a tear?
This garden’s peaceful with nothing to fear.
Why late night prayer after the Pesach meal?
Stay awake and alert, Lord? Why the fear?
Did you hear that? Do you see torches glow?
Wait! Here comes Judas. We’ve nothing to fear.
He greets the Master with a servant’s kiss
Are these with him? Something’s amiss, I fear.
They have swords and clubs, the Master they bind!
One a violent stand, rest flee in fear.
Arrested!? How can this be? He’s Master!
The Sinner dumbstruck stands shaking in fear.

Stations of the Cross 1: The Garden: Matthew 26:36-41

Beautiful garden, many years of care
Respite from toils so dreary, place for prayer
With his shrinking flock the Rabbi arrives
No parables tonight just humble prayer
The Rabbi shrinks under growing tension
He who wants the Temple a House of prayer
To the many he pleads them to stay put
The faithful three to be with him in prayer
His soul still growing the Rabbi stumbles
Abba, please, the burden swells. Hear my prayer!
Is there any other way? Let it pass,
I beg, but your will is my heatfelt prayer.
He comes to his students asleep. ALONE!
Not a single hour awake for prayer.
Wake up! The hour comes. The cup here remains
For The Sinner continue in your prayer.

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