For the third time

Peter.
Listening to the cockerel.
Again.
Waits as a tear develops
In his eye.
Kicking Love away to die.

He waits.
Floating.
Nowhere to go.
Except down.
This isn’t how He meant it to be.
But here it comes.
The mounting wave of pain.
Threatening.
Entreating Him.
To wave His arms
And save Himself.

This is drowning.
This is drowning
In the sea of the Cross.

Going down
Going to drown
For the third time
While listening
           to the cockerel’s crow,
Who is calling for the
           last time.
He waves His mind
And is no more.

Going down with nowhere
            to go.
Except to drown him
            in the giant tsunami of the cross.