Judas Weeps

Free verse

It's a barren landscape

A stark picture painted over in broad strokes

Of something burned to ash

Just blacks and grays

                    (and reds)

 

It makes me cringe

Every time I look at it

It follows me 

Hanging in every window of my life

Obscuring light.

 

I remember disappointment.

Missing color.

 

Watching helplessly as you painted black

Over bright and hopeful faces,

Wondering what it might look like

When, at last, your work was done; but

 

You kissed me in the darkness

Every morning,

As I hovered innocently

between twilight and waking

And then,

 

You'd gaze upon my sleeping face

                (oh, yes, I always knew)

Until at last I'd feel your lips

Caress my forehead.

 

"I love you, sweetheart," you'd whisper tenderly

...Fresh, green grass growing softly through the cracks.

 

Who can whisper such things

Yet slay the waking?

I saw what I needed

I loyally watered weeds.

 

But someday, when I'm strong enough

When it's long enough,

When it's gone enough

I'll rip your painting down and paint a garden.

 

Keep your blackness.

I know what I know.

Somewhere, Judas weeps.

Reviews

[Healing Star]

I have a niece that lives in your town, Nikki Hunter if you ever run into her, say high for me. This is a very good write. You went to your darkness, and many times it is in our darkness that we find our greatest Light to share with all around us, our greatest Medicine. He could not help himself, he did love you and all in your home, but he never was able to love himself, could not forgive himself, but he did love you and your mother and all the others. Why why why we can ask a million times, but all we can do is know they loved us, and smile, and wipe away the tears, find it in our Hearts to forgive them, even if they may never forgive or love themselves, you see peace, peace for them may start with us.

[Lisa]

Yes. I wrote this when my husband left us a few years ago. It was cathartic. I'm working on that new painting now. :)

[Healing Star]

I miss felt this a bit, I thought it was your father. But I definitely felt the sorrow it brought you. Your new painting is looking beautiful my dear, there is a Bright day coming, you better buy some good sun glasses. :) 2016 is going to be Amazing for us all. We need to believe in the good things Coming, Coming, Coming.