And there will be wailing and grinding of teeth

Treachery
disguised thinly as
debauchery
fools no one
and it is known
that fools
reside in the house
of mirth,
and the wise
dwell in the house of
mourning.
But when morning comes
so slowly I
wonder what was
worse:
the agony in the garden
or the torture on
the cross?
Judas
must you
betray me
with a kiss?
A crown of pity
A crown of thorns
A crown of revelry -
they say wine
poured from
his wounds
-blood and water-
-a feast at the table-
Some wounds sting longer than others.
Thanks be to God.