"caiaphas" poems
Into an uncertain twilight
I fled from the upper room.
That bit with the bread and the chalice-
He all but accused me-
How did he know?
This thing must be done
and soon.
Caiaphas has provided
the silver to seal His fate.
I know where Rabbi
prays in the gardens.
This has nothing to do
with hate.
I have the strong rope
that will bind him.
The Priest’s men with the torches appear
With a kiss I will signal our quarry.
It begins. There is no stopping here.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
Ang bawat tao may kai-kaibigan,
Palaging magkasama at nagtutulungan,
Handang makinig sa bawat problema,
Hanggang sa ikulong nila tayo sa selda.
Sa isang grupo o magkakaibigan,
May isang maiiba at galing sa kadiliman,
Kagaya ni Hudas na tuluyang nadulas,
Hinalik si Kristo para kay Caiaphas.
Kung sino pa ang iyong malapit na kaibigan,
Sa huli, hindi ka rin niya matutulungan,
Siya pa ang tutulak sayo sa bangin,
At hahayaan nalang idakip ng hangin.
Sa huli, laking galit mararamdaman,
Pagkat ika'y kanyang sinaktan,
Unti-unting may balak makawasak,
Hanggang sa mukha ng ahas masapak.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
It is rather unremarkable,
Or at least as so as such a pane may be,
Depicting a trinity not mentioned in Scripture,
Though their handiwork would likely merit approval
From any member of the trio cited therein,
As they went forth humbly,
In humble carriages in service
Of an ostensibly prosaic task
But certainly on the side of the angels,
As must have been noted
In each of their respective services
(Closed-casket affairs, one presumes
Given the state of the remains
After they were extracted
From the earthen dam site where they were discarded)
And their particular Caiaphas
Dispensed with sending their cases onward
For further consideration
(He too a man of the cloth, but also a mill operator,
Producing two-by-fours worthy of use on Calvary)
And after he had passed sentence,
Leaving matters to take course,
One assumes he went home, washed up
And made his usual rote recitations
Asking for Him to watch over his and his ownself.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
it is a source of inspiration,
and research. it is written, yet
having writ. we use. imagination,
add a dose of suggestion, slightly
thinking this is fact we do not move
on
when
perhaps we should.
so moving on quickly we read the account
which is quite brief.
remember the voices.
know that caiaphas was just a man.
it will continue, good men die.
sbm.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Where were we when they killed Him? Where did we
Find ourselves in that sixth hour, when there fell
That sepulchral darkness, and none could see
Ought but tree and nails? We know well
Where Caiaphas stood. He rose to gloat and
Jeered at Him who dared to suggest He would
Raise the Temple of God by His own hand;
“Let Him come down, save Himself, if He could!”
Judas was in a different tree - he prayed
Not, believed not, hoped not; but hoarsely sang
A curse against himself who had betrayed
His Teacher, and resigned himself to hang.
Peter, Rock, the chief, nowhere to be found;
For he in fear ran to a lonely place
And stretched himself out upon the cold ground
While burning tears of shame streamed down his face.
Poor Dismas, hanging, recognized his sin.
The bleeding thief sought pardon from his Lord;
He begged, seeing the peril he was in,
He touched the King’s heart before the cruel sword.
John, the Magdalen, and the Mother too,
Kept vigil on ****** sand ‘neath the Cross;
That Mother’s heart which alone truly knew
The height and depth of the world’s present loss.
But where was I? What was my part, you ask?
I’ll confess it, though I cry and stammer
With cowardice: when I finished my task,
I stood, mouth agape, and dropped my hammer.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
I’m not looking at the camera
I’m not looking over at you
You decided you know better
You decided you know what’s true
I’m surprised how important it is to you
You hurt a friend of mine
Over something that had nothing to do with you
If you only knew how it controls your mind
Everybody wants to preach back at him
Using words you don’t believe are true
You bait the hook then blame the fish
How weak must it be to blame the fish
Does God reveal himself in a storm
In the curtain call for terror
There is no understanding
Except those who can only look for error
Where is your destination
Nobody parted the sea upon us all
So a man of god failed us again
And so too my breath failed again
I think you may have made a find
It was so easy to tell us what was true
God will remind Caiaphas why
But what will he decide about you?
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC