the olive tree, aug 2004 – KC Toimil
August 14, 2019
Though I declared to be one of your own
And i innocently sat among the
Rest of the men, behind you back, behind
My heart, I betrayed thee, oh dear Savior.
What prize is there to win in payment of
Eternal life in hell? To give up your
Identity and to forever lose
The dignity of knowing you, O’ Lord,
The secrets of your hiding flew out of
My mouth like a thousand hungry birds
On alert for food. In compensation,
What was I to receive but thirty coins.
And yes my payment came along with guilt
And yes I tried to undo what was done.
But the money could not be returned and
Neither could your life, so i gave up mine.
And to the tree with the sun coloured leaves
I wrapped my line slowly ‘round my neck as if
It were the cloth that keeps me safe from cold.
I stood upon the branch and set my eyes
On the floor. I let go of everything .