I want to know if Saul’s heart was ever inclined toward You;
I want to know if Judas ever felt a pang of desire to know You
before he forfeited his soul for thirty pieces of silver.
I want to know if Ahab so quickly forgot Your deliverance
and if Delilah felt remorse as she ran her fingers
through the hair of her sleeping lover. I want to know
if Cain’s stained heart bled as the final blooddrops
fell from his brother’s murdered frame. I want
to know if Eve tasted any bitterness in the fruit she fell to,
and I want to know if the other thief on the cross
shuddered with every breath his tortured lungs scraped in
because he knew he mocked God’s own Son.
I want to know if, in the midst of Saupere aude, Solomon hungered
for a wisdom that did not lead him to the arms of 700 women.
Most of all, I want to know if my Love for You is true,
and if my own heart is capable of kissing Your cheek
or mocking You or plunging another nail into Your hand.