saturday

were I a disciple
would I not have spent
the last hours
far from the cross?
attempting to
drown my sorrows
in wine?
in the company
of friends?
leaving behind
all that I
had thought true?
would I have
betrayed all
that I
thought sacred?
my head screams,
"NO!"
my heart admits,
"yes."
who are you?
where are you?
how can you be
who you claim you are?
yea, though I know
the end of the
Story--
I walk through
the Valley
of the
Shadow of Death
Thy rod and
Thy staff
are far from me
only because I
fail to reach
out and take them.
I am a
disciple
yet I doubt.
I am a
disciple
yet I fear changes.
I am a
disciple
yet I wonder,
"will you really rise?"
the morning
holds the answers.
I
will have
to wait
and see.
and
believe.