Cephas: Sacred Poetry

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,
For my time at last had come,
Though you would not have it done.

Peter, Peter, keys give I,
Those that free, and those that tie.
Tend my temple when I’m gone,
Help my people carry on.

I will send the Holy Ghost
To you, and them, all my host
With it will be comforted,
In the testing time ahead.

Before then you’ll thrice deny,
When your Saviour goes to die.
Do not protest: it is true,
But I love the greater you.

To your brothers give the same,
Be as sturdy as your name,
A Rock on which breaks the sea,
Unmoved for eternity.

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From the Like a Lamb collection.