I hold them before me in my mind-
On my left, a perfect golden youth
small in stature but so steady
a father's eyes in a young face
so solid is my Peter,
the Rock form which all I have
is built.
On my right, a tall, thin, dark shadow
pale as a ghost with the stance of a broken man,
a ruined temple
pain and passion swim in bottomless brown eyes
so wretched is my Judas
whose betrayal came in loving kisses.
How I can love one so selfishly
and the other so selflessly, always in the wrong order-
is more Mystery than Divinity.
Divine Mysteries by Dakota Farley
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