Lenten Poem VIII

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings.

VIII

Passion Week - Thursday

One last foray

into piety's honored stronghold.

That storied day,

the betrayer's kiss sold.

From Jerusalem's environs

you would not retire.

Once darkness fell,

the murderers conspire

to bring about

corrupt hearts' desire.

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