That Night In Gethsemane

Natural serenity prevailed in the garden That evening, A warm light breeze blew Interweaved with the sounds of Crickets Chirping their shrilled symphony, And occasionally interrupted by The haunting cries of wild peacock. Bathed in pale moonlight Stood a man Dressed in a simple cloth robe Wiping beads of sweat And blood From his brow. Peering at the slumbering disciples Huddled together before him He sighed, Ad then spoke the following With compassionate disdain. “Away but for a short time Beseeching my father, Only to return and find My brothers asleep, A moment longer You could not wait?” Nearly tempestuous Was the wind, As if God himself Were attempting to wake With forceful breath Those who pledged to share His sons’ every trial. And in the twilight hours Came the Dutiful military denizens, Guided by Ulterior treachery and Sworn to fulfill their mission.