Soliloquy for Judas

A soliloquy for Judas Was I so wrong, so arrogant? Maybe it is right that I found my way here, a place where life has lost its plan, its blueprint. A land, I thought, so rich with promise when first I saw it. I saw diversity and young life springing from the ground. Only now I see the truth; stunted shrubs, misshapen weeds, and this lone tree that so resembles a withered, angry old hag. …

…them who will don his shoes, as I did mine, and in doing so--smile at the memory of this face? Will there, before I go, be a vision to comfort me? Alas, I climb into this old hag's arms, and overcoming the difficulties of strangely weak branches, I am now finally ready. Oh Lord, who will pray for me? Lord, as I commit my soul unto the bosom of Abraham, I ask--was I so wrong?