When Jesus Christ was in Gethsemane,
awaiting love's most fateful human kiss,
He wondered if a greater enemy
would tempt him into everlasting bliss.
The scorpions of every desert rock
began to dance with claustrophobic grace.
Forlorn, a sheep had wandered from its flock.
Its shepherd disappeared without a trace.
The moment of the emptiness of time
approached, and spread its bat-like wings
across the earth, to celebrate the crime.
In secret, Judas loved this King of Kings.
Without a word, the Old gave way to New.
Without the false, the Word could not be true.
from "Post-Existential Sonnets," (Folio I)
by Tom Mellett © 1987