The Severed Ear of Malchus

Sworn to silence, but under which god do I bear oath? Would it be that I have taken part of the slaying of a God?

Am I to be judged for my inaction?

Am I to bear the weight, the wrath of the people because of my presence?

These questions surround me. But the severed ear. It speaks to me it tells me the truth.

It was mine once, as it left my head sliced with cold steel, it fell to the ground.

Belonging to the earth. Once more to return  to dust.

You returned it me, no longer mine to have.

With it voices of the earth spoke to the ear. Told me truths. Most dreaded truths.

The truth of what this night would bring to me, to you, to all of us.

Because in the garden lay two sides. One revered, the other condemned.

For once a line between sinner and saint.

I and the one named Iscariot were caught in the middle. Neither condemned nor revered.

forever destined, in this world and the next

 to be victims of our own conscience.

You have a knack for servants and slaves I now see.

If you’ve  performed this on my masters things would have been different.

Why me if I may ask.

That I am the subject of your last miracle.

The Devil leaves us scars from wounds.

But for you, you leave me with something far worse.

Severed from me and then returned.

No longer  mine,  now wedged back to me.

Talking, whispering, taunting me for the remainder of my life.

I drew no blade, but am punished for my presence, my ignorance.

Punished with the gift of truth.

Truth coming from the earth itself.

And when your blood fell on the earth.

It whispered to me.

“You will remember and be remembered for this”

Sworn to silence by I a god I no longer follow.

The ear whispers to me what the earth says.

Yet I dare not utter a word.