Fraternity-Testvériség, 1959 (37. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1959-02-01 / 2. szám
FRATERNITY 3 He awakened them: “God hath granted you to live During my days on earth, and yet you lie there sprawling. Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man Shall betray Himself into the hands of sinners.” He had scarcely spoken when, coming from none knew where, A throng of slaves sprang up, a host of vagrant men With swords and torches, and at their head stood Judas With the perfidious kiss writhing on his lips. Peter drew sword and thrust the cutthroats back, And struck a man and smote off his ear. Whereon he heard, “No metal can resolve dissension. Put up thy sword again into his place. Thinkest thou my Father would not send Sky-darkening hosts of winged legions to my succor? And without harming even a hair of mine My enemies would scatter, leaving no trace behind. But now the book of life has reached a page Which is more precious than are all the holies. That which was written now must be fulfilled, Fulfilled be it, then. Amen. Seest thou, the passing of the ages is like a parable And in its passing it may burst to flame. In the name, then, of its awesome majesty I shall, in voluntary torments, descend into my grave. I shall descend into my grave. And on the third day rise again. And, even as rafts float down a river, So shall the centuries drift, trailing like a caravan, Coming for judgment, out of the dark, to me.” tV\ S3 0
