Denial of St. Peter by Caravaggio
Sonnet 100 (Peter)
Sorrow and joy were mixed at suppertime:
He washed my feet but said that I’d betray
Him. “Never,” I said, “that would be a crime.”
We’d been together from the start, the day
He called me from the nets. “You will, three times,
Before the cock crows,” he went on. “Come pray
Inside Gethsemane with me.” Now I’m
A zealous man, but God formed me from clay.
He had to wake me when the torch lights came.
I drew my sword, slashed off an ear, he healed
It, soldiers took him. Down the trail I crept
To fireside warmth. Three times they asked (no game)
And I denied three times. Long gone, that meal.
The cock crew. I went out and wept and wept.