because we are all betrayers,
taking silver and eating body and blood
and asking (guilty) is it i?
and hearing him say yes
it would be simple for us to rush
out and hang ourselves;
but if we find grace to weep and wait,
after the voice of mourning
has crowed in our ears,
clearly enough to break our hearts,
He will be there to ask us each again...
"do you love me?"
