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At Gethsemane

An unusual heaviness hung in the air.
  The wind didn’t stir, no single leaf fluttered.
       The dead weight of engulfing darkness pressed on.
     It was a fateful night, horrible and stark !

As a monument of misery, walked Jesus
       weary and distraught as never before,
     with staggering steps to the Mount of Olives, 
         to the Garden of Gethsemane
For him it was the d a r k e s t hour of the soul.
       He needed to be comforted by his Father.
Oppressed by anguish, pinned down
by the weight of the world’s sin, 
       He g r o a n e d and m o a n e d.

He wanted his disciples to keep vigil and pray.
    To his great annoyance, he saw them sleeping. 
Failed repeatedly by disciples, 
      callously deserted by followers 
         He knew he had to drink the cup of pain all alone.

He saw the demoniac hordes of hell surround him
     He bowed down to touch the ground in prayer
        His soggy eyes were lifted to Heaven again and again
 At that fierce hour, sweat pouted out as drops of blood!
On the edge of a battle, he knew he can’t escape,
     He prayed in all earnest, his soul writhing in agony
‘If it be possible, let this cup pass from me
          But not as I will, but thou wilt’

The f a t a l hour came for him to bear the cross. 
    On his way to Calvary, many followed him,
  not to share his pain or lessen his burden
       but to enjoy this spectacle of disgrace and contempt

   While the whole of his body sagged on three nails,
and his flesh, cut and peeled at every point
      He didn’t scream in agony, but remained calm
    and a prayer escaped his parted lips
“Father forgive them, for they don’t know
what they are doing”

     Is there any other on Earth
   who suffered the worst type of betrayal
        and the excruciating pain of crucifixion
with such forgiveness and in such grace!
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DiMino Avatar
April 18, 2025 at 6:20 AM
The shedding of His blood, released Divine Light and the hope for salvation freshly into this world. He made path for the Holy Spirit to dwell with us. Up to us, to accept -- or continue the way we have been on. No one is an island.
Buhagiar Avatar
April 18, 2025 at 2:05 AM
Most Psalms were prophesies of the Passion of the Messiah. He died to atone our sins. The majority still cannot understand, even today. Beautifully written, dear Valsa
Cunningham Avatar
April 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM
He died that we'd be saved, you described it well Vaisa. Happy Easter to you. Tom
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