Son of Perdition (Matt. 27:3-5)
/A Twilight Musing
Did all the powers conspire
To make me plant that kiss?
And why did what He sowed among the Twelve
Bear bitter fruit in me alone?
I was called and sanctified
And given power to exorcise—
Even held the purse for all the rest.
He alone could see the secret fires
That burned my soul away,
And yet He left me to my course
And urged me from His presence
In the Upper Room.
My doom is His to bear as well;
This day we meet in hell.
He let himself be killed,
Poured out the ointment
Meant as alms for all,
While I, at least, have
Dared to test my worth
And act my will.
Even now,
When emptiness engulfs me,
I cannot be still
Beneath the scourge of God;
I shall die on a tree
Of my own devising.
--Elton D. Higgs
(Sept. 22, 1979)
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