Coils Of The Incomprehensible Poem by Peter Eliastam

You bore the curse of sin before my birth’s antiquity,
Before the bedrock of the world was laid, or creature made
Or my iniquity was manifest; or men in Adam had
Betrayed you with a kiss.
You set before me in the Potter’s Field possibility of rest, and hope.
I cope, but cannot yield.
My God and Intercessor, Saviour! Who can comprehend
His own behaviour, or calculate the cost to gain the things
We fear to lose? Choosing to unchoose the cross,
We clutch the currencies of loss
As Judas chose the money-bag of stolen things, too hot to hold,
Too cumbersome to wield.