When Jesus told of how a beloved
disciple had intrigued ruthlessly to
betray Him, Judas seemed troubled, guilty,
fell silent, as if to reveal the plot,
so Jesus turned away, distracted them
and offered up his heart's blood for me--yet
before the grief was lifted from His heart,
his face swathed in tears, his friends' eyes closed in
sleep so he hid his pain too. He had slept
sweetly; no bird ever flew so high, as
that proud Eagle falling into the dream.
High in paradise, he went from sphere to
sphere: he saw all the stars, in the zodiac
reveled: gentle beloved blessed sleep.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXII:222. See also B S1:17:93; Valgrisi 17; founds in MSs L, Tordi 12r; V2, Caruso f.21v. References: Matt 26:21-28; 36-45; Mark 14:18-24, 34-41; Dante, Purgatorio, I, 13-33 and Paradiso XIX. A third in a series meditating Christ. Key