Jerusalem Weeps
[Judas Iscariot] Poetic Prose


JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me, oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my secret knowledge which will be light onto the world. A small gift for honest and one eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place! There is no one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]


PETER:
friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love he reached, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man’s sin, you are the goat, the sacrifice, and the prophet.

JUDAS TO PETER:
to see me joyful is hard I suppose for you, I am only the one to balance things out, I am not the sacrifice, although I am sacrificing myself in a way, for I know people will not be merciful, to me, in future time, and now I can see the laughing of many at me for selling out my master. But I did much more than that. I did not, like you, deny my master three times [Peter trembling] I will not hide from the glory I’ve sorrowfully produced, I did what man was meant to do, yes, it is a mystery, hidden knowledge I have, what you do not understand. When I kissed Him, I felt a burning fire, and I remembered the prophecies, I heard them in my heart, Jesus even told me: the world did not hear him, at the table, I but I heard Him.

PETER:
no, Judas, those that see and hear God clearly, do not place their sins on the alter and forgive them themselves…say they are Jerusalem’s hope; you are a criminal to God’s court, you have sentenced his Son to death!