lenten journal: spy wednesday

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it’s the name I found
when I went looking
for what happened

on Wednesday of the
Week we’ve labeled
Holy — using capital

letters as though there
were some sort of scripted
suspense instead of a simple

day of preparation for Passover,
for supper together, and the
selling of one friend by another.

No cloaks. No daggers. No
hidden microphones in camel’s
ears. Just a lot of getting ready.

I have to get ready for Judas
to leave the room tomorrow night;
it breaks my heart every time

because he didn’t last the
weekend. He never heard the
news he was forgiven.

Love was lurking through
it all like a thief in the night,
or a spy on Wednesday.

Peace,
Milton

 

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