She loved Judas before he left
To serve our only Lord, Jesus.
She kissed the eyes closed, cried a tear
For each, cradled an unspoken fear
Among the ruins of their song,
Loved him before his great wrong,
Before he fell, fell to that sin
That God’s great goodness wished to win,
Although the shepherd bore him best,
That wretch who most needed blest.
She loved, with heart, heat, stone, the coarse
Caress of holy human force
Despite his constant woundedness.
Lord, how came again forgiveness?
But she loved as a human would,
With wicked want, a limping good,
And before Iscariot hanged
Himself she sang, and sang, and sang,
A mortal who revealed and laid
Her body where his body stayed.
And God watched as each Disciple stole
Their weeping from His demanding Goal,
For Jesus too loved Judas most
And from his Failure revealed The Holy Ghost.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord