A mother’s unconditional love is a wonder to behold. Her selfless sacrifices are truly inspiring. A mother’s love gives us a glimpse of the pure love of Christ (agape, hesed).
This poem ponders the question, “Did the mother of Judas love her son as much as Mary loved Jesus?”
A MOTHER’S LOVE
Long, long ago, so I have been told,
Two angels once met on the streets paved with gold.
“By the stars in your crown,” said the one to the other,
“I see that on earth, you too were a mother.”
“And by the blue tinted halo you wear
You, too, have known sorrow and despair.”
“Ah, yes, ” she replied, “I once had a son
A sweet little lad, bull of laughter and fun.
“But tell of your child.”–“Oh, I knew I was blessed
From the moment I first held him close to my breast.
And my heart almost burst with the joy of that day.”
“Ah, yes,” said the other, “I felt the same way.”
The first one continued, “The first steps he took,
So eager and breathless–the sweet startled look
Which came over his face–he trusted me so.”
“Ah, yes,” said the other, “how well do I know!”
“But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy–
So stalwart and kind–and it gave me such joy
To have him just walk down the street by my side.”
“Ah, yes,” said the other, “I felt the same pride.”
“How often I shielded and spared him from pain,
And when he for others was so cruelly slain,
When they crucified him–and they spat on his face,
How gladly would I have hung there in his place!”
A moment of silence–“Ah, then you are she,
The mother of Christ,” and she fell on one knee,
But the blessed one raised her up, drawing her near,
And kissed from the cheek of the woman a tear.
“Tell me the name of the son you loved so,
That I may share with you your grief and your woe.”
She lifted her eyes, looking straight at the other,
“He was Judas Iscariot. I am his mother.”
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