Judas
By Peter Tomlinson
Published: July 19, 2008
Updated: July 20, 2008

Judas

I know my name will be spat down the centuries from faces uglied with disgust and hate.

But it had to be now. It had to be tonight.

The silver burns into my hands dirtied with the filth of apparent betrayal.

My friends' eyes narrow as they look at me: contempt surrounds me like the foul breath of demons.

But it had to be now. It had to be tonight.

It is the hour that history waits to start and write the future in His name.

We could not have returned to Galilee and preached to fishermen and cured the sick.

It had to be now. It had to be tonight.

He knew this was his hour sent when our fates would cross and kill us both.

I slink away and hide in this my greatest sacrifice, no comfort for me in my name.

It had to be now. It had to be tonight.

They dragged him away and only I knew what his face said to me.

I saw there were thanks in those eyes, because he knew.

It had to be now. It had to be tonight.