Judas

They are not
what we thought they were.
An answer to the question. A stake
in the ground. Sunlight pushing
through clouds to brighten a
December morning in Duluth. No,

they are the cloud cover
and the question
and a concrete slab poured over
the soft earth of faith.

More Judas than Jesus, more
hidden than revealed,
we turn our cheek for the kiss,
close our eyes and know that
we are not
what we thought we were either.

Natalie Rust Morris - June 27, 2008