A Walk In the Garden
It was still and quiet in the garden at night,
fireflies were buzzing in branches tall,
as he knelt in conversation crying out
"take this cup from my hand".
Sorrow and pain etched his heart in despair
sweat on his brow dripped from his nose,
friends fast asleep as the night wore on
shaking his head alone and forlorn.
With disappointment he shook them awake,
"Forgive us ",they said, "for letting you down",
gently he smiled at them no hint of a frown,
destiny foretold approached its hour.
A last look round at the shrubs and trees,
flowers fragrant and sweet filling night air,
a gaze at the stars , a sigh and a tear,
turning around he went without fear.
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