Between the bread and wine

Sits a word—


It shudders and trembles

Letting off a low hum

Of shock.


I sit there

As it eyes each person daringly;

Each friend, each brother.

It is the invisible knife

Cutting into the question we all have—

Who is it?


Betrayal meets my gaze

Lingering on my brokenness

Exposing cold doubt from within.

It whispers the truth

That I have never been good enough.


I am my inadequacies

my intolerance

my insecurities

I am a failed transformation.


And it bursts,

The final, burning question—

Am I the one?

Am I the betrayer?

For I know

I know

I am capable of what I detest.


Between the bread and wine

Sits a word—


And for a halting eternity

I wonder if it will take the shape

Of me.


When it was evening, Jesus sat down at the table with the Twelve. While they were eating, he said, “I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me.”

Greatly distressed, each one asked in turn, “Am I the one, Lord?”

Matthew 26:20-22

3 thoughts on “Betrayal

  1. Yes, between the bread
    and the wine: the word
    But there is also another word
    Jesus says, “no matter what you
    have done, I Love You.”


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