Queen of the Apostles
The strange bitter chill sank into their bones.
Peter came from the Garden to find her waiting. “They took him away.”
Mutely she nodded, her mind mercifully refusing to think.
“What now, Peter?” “I’m going to follow.
Jesus would not let us defend him tonight,
But tomorrow will be here soon enough.
Stay and pray for a miracle.”
Mary tired of waiting. “Lord, let me find him.”
She found the temple court as Peter skulked away. “Peter!”
He could not look her in the eye.
“Peter, what happened?!” “I could do nothing…
I’m…I’m so sorry.”
She followed his gaze. They led Him away.
“Come, Peter. We cannot leave him now.”
A strangled cry was his soul reply.
from Behold Your Mother, by Heidi Hess Saxton
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