Cephas: A Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Cephas

O Peter you are the rock,
But sometimes not as you thought,
When I told you get behind,
That is what I had in mind.

A stolid man with a sword:
Confessing me first as Lord,
But when Satan’s mob drew near,
Smote the high priest’s servant’s ear.

The pieces dropped I put back,
Correcting what you had hacked,