Peter,
have we been wrong about you?
We have blamed you for
denying,
when all the time you were
confessing,
“I do not know the man.”
I wanted to know.
Later I would.
But then
I wanted him to be
what I wanted him to be.
And I did not know the man.
I tried to know.
“So I should forgive up to seven times?”
“Show me how to walk on the water.”
"Explain this parable to us."
He replied
"Are you also still without understanding?”
I tried to understand.
First, "You will never wash my feet."
Then, "also my hands and my head!"
“Later you will understand,” he said.
I did not know the man.
I thought I knew.
“Who do you think I am,” he asked.
“You are the Christ,
the Son of the Living God.”
He blessed me for that, though
I did not know what I was saying.
“I am going to Jerusalem where
I will be put to death.”
“Never,” I said,
“That will not happen.”
“Get behind me,” he said.
I did not know the man.
Up on the mountain:
magnificent manifestation.
“Let me build three shrines,” I said.
I did not know the man.
They came to arrest him.
I pulled a sword.
“Put it away,” he said.
I did not know the man.
I stood by the fire.
They asked if I knew him.
I moved away.
“Surely you knew him.”
The cock crowed, and I wept
because
I did not know the man.
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