Tune: St Clement
(The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended')
Matthew 27 v.3-10 parts
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Chief priests with Judas' blood-money
Put it not into treasury
But bought potters field, Aceldama* (*Field of Blood)
After Judas' suicide drama
It called the field of blood to bury
Strangers in, to this day it be
Thus was fulfilled the old prophecy
As Jeremiah* said, here see
The word was, And they took the thirty
Pieces of silver, for that be
The price of him who they did value
Brought the potters field, it be true
Was done, followed the Lord's appointing
And trusting to His directing
Price of betrayal, Judas' travail
Though he repentant, remorseful
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* Jeremiah 32 v.6-9.
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 9.8.9.8. A dark theme. Nearing the end of this series soon, if not already.
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A sad thought. I wonder how many used to visit his grave. If one thinks about it he was essential in the overall plan or outcome. If not for his betrayal Christ would not have been crucified and therefore not resurrected and there would be no martyrdom and no Christianity. He was a main player with the villain role in the passion play.
Thank you SB. And yet it does say it would come to pass, but woe to the one who causes it to come to pass.
Most welcome Orchi And so it is predestined that some poor soul was doomed
It's rather a mystery, the Judas story. Not to be harsh on him, but he did choose to betray Jesus, as the 'bad apple in the bunch'. Then again, he was the treasurer of the group of 12 disciples, but was a thief. Dipped his hand in the money bags!
The poem seeks to reflect on themes of betrayal, guilt, and the consequences of one's actions, inviting the reader to contemplate the moral implications of Judas' choices and their lasting impact.
Thank you F.
I know how the authors of the New Testament wrote of him, and understandably. But I have never taken Jesus' words to be eternal judgment on Judas. He simply said it would have been better for him to never have been born and, given his fate, is that not true? Still, Christ tells us not to judge and I have always found it funny that Christians from the NT writers onward have done nothing BUT judge Judas. Then add in the antisemitism that carried on throughout the centuries with Judas' name being a slur. NOTE: I am not saying your poem is doing that at all. In fact, I appreciate how you mention his remorse, which is rarely done. Just in that alone you humanize him, which is the right thing to do, imho. Your poem just got me thinking about Judas and his fate, including the smearing of this name throughout history. Steep consequence, indeed.
Anywho all of that to say you really got me thinking with this one, my dear glug...what? That's not what I said! I said my dear glug glug.
I swear, it's like P has a radar to know I've returned. Incorrigible I tell you. Anywho, really awesome job on this Orchi! No matter how one look a glug (🙄), his is a glug tale. (😤). 🤣
Thank you T. Yes, I know, we start off sensibly, then someone turns up, and our comments degenerate - the glugging one! What can be done? lol.
Yes, rather a mystery is the Judas story.
It really is. A tragic, sad mystery, indeed. You are most welglug, my friend!
And summat else is a mystery too. We can't answer it here but what does P do 23 hrs 59 mins every day? lol.
LOL! Oh...we know, don't we! LOL!
We have judged correctly! Not meaning judge in sense of condemning, but in sense of 'general judgement'. or maybe no judgement needed, but saying 'C'mon now, use your common sense re: the enquiry about P.' lol.
Now for Chapter Glug of my comment book on your page! 🤣
He's sneaked in again. He'll take over if we're not careful! lol. Ohh, poor Ol' Tom and Obi don't get a word in.
I know. But, Ol' Tom is now busy knitting gloves. and we know why! And Obi, he saw the white and ran, screaming Storm Troopers!!! I cannot catch a break with that clown! LOL!
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
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