Valsa George Poet Prose Poetry

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September- 7- 2025

2025 Marathon MIle. No !5 . Poetry Contest (A Repost)

Sponsor Mark Toney

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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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Joseph P. DiMino September 8, 2025 at 7:25 AM And when His blood, touched the ground, Divine light permeated the entire earth...His Mission complete, that the Son of God would henceforth reign, a living, brilliant, conscious presence, one with man, in His Father's sacred humanity. So bright was that light, that on both the spiritual and physical planes all else seemed dark by comparison. "It was finished, it was finished; the Divinization of man, and Glorification of God in His Creation (Hanna Jacob Doumette)". Wonderful write, my friend! Inspiring. Not to be saddened...but rejoice with Christ! Salvation made possible.

Victor Buhagiar September 7, 2025 at 9:20 AM Dear Valsa, the garden of olives was a scene that should fill us with such pity and sorrow. How good to meditate that Jesus shed His Godship and suffered such pain so our sins may be forgiven. Pity so many do not believe.