ACELDAMA

ACELDAMA

Why he buckled, none can tell.
He loved the Master just as well
As any other financier –
Bestowed a kiss beside His ear.

He held position, kept the purse.
He had the power to disperse.
Why bite the heel of Him who gave?
Why sell one’s soul when He could save?

The tree was waiting for his weight –
The silver scattered at the gate.
What tragedy of impotence
From travesty of Recompense.

(25 November 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)