Go and Tell Peter

by Gwendolyn Eby

Thru morning fog I stumble-run,
straggling
like a Peter—not a John
and panting, find I am outrun.
Eyes bleared
over with grieving and blame,
feet weighted
down with sorrow and shame
of that night’s denial . . .
I, who failed, when put on trial.

The best of intentions struggle and strain
in vain
the earnest efforts to attain!
Of little use
my hurried striving—
always going,
never arriving.

Is there still a place in His heart
for me?
I—the last
of His own His glory to see?
I—the least
to deserve His grace,
the one who tried,
but lost
the race to him whom He loved best?

“Go and tell Peter”—
Ah! Light notes open to rising melody
of hope and love for despairing humanity
who for the losing,
find grace, not defeat;
who for failure
find beauty more complete.

Here lurid darkness melts to golden white.
Maybe still stumbling, maybe still falling—
but falling
—always falling—
toward the Light.


Dear readers, the impromptu poem we published on Good Friday inspired the one we published yesterday. We decided to ask for special submissions for Easter Sunday as well, and received not one but an abundance, many of them from poets we’ve not previously published. We love the way words lead to words, and truth to truth, and grace to grace.

The inspiration for several of the poems was the thought of the Sunday after Sabbath as an Eighth day as well as a First day, for an image of overlapping, infinite beginning. We plan to publish one of your poems each day of this coming week, for an eight-poem series ending next Sunday, which happens to be the day that many churches in the East celebrate their Easter. —the Curator staff


Gwendolyn Eby lives in Berks County, PA. Her favorite words are “grace,” “light,” and “beauty.”

3 thoughts on “Gwendolyn Eby: Go and Tell Peter”

  1. Looking forward to the rest of the series–I have enjoyed them this far! Thanks for doing it.
    And thank you, Gwendolyn, for this heart-deep poem. It’s what I needed today.
    Rebecca

  2. Thanks for sharing your lovely and meaningful poem, Gwendy! Surprised to see your face here!
    Greetings from Guatemala.
    -Leslie & Anilsa Stover

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