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Silence In the Garden of Olives

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Silence reigned….for the moment. Nothing stirred in the garden. No owl screeched. No bird flew. And inky darkness seemed to spread. Even the moon hid itself in shame. A light breeze rose suddenly freezing all. It rushed through the trees, wailing. Still the man-God stood tall. Existential angst wrinkled his face. He felt anxiety, distress, foreboding. The sins of humanity were on his shoulders. Suddenly his weakness took the upper hand, And he fell down to the ground. Stressful sweat erupted on his forehead And on his hands. As was his habit he prayed. And prayed. Yet the sweat continued And turned to blood. There were no friends to help him. He was alone And his last recognition was a kiss From the lips of a traitor. Do you betray the son of man with a kiss? ,

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Date: 4/21/2022 3:11:00 AM
Wonderful Victor, you’ve captured the silence of the moment perfectly… Belle
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Date: 4/18/2022 2:46:00 AM
Beautifully written Victor...Delice
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Date: 4/14/2022 12:26:00 PM
This poem unfolds in the moments of space and time so beautifully rendered by your words Victor. A palpable energy. Even the moon hid itself in shame . So much to take in here . Blessings to you my friend and thank you for this poem . Susan :)
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Date: 4/14/2022 3:33:00 AM
A real attempt to capture a moment that is haunting and shameful, yet somehow gives hope and comfort if we believe. Powerful write, Victor. Hope you feel you gave your all in its presentation. Stay safe this Easter as we count all our blessings. Kind regards David in NZ
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Date: 4/14/2022 2:47:00 AM
- Perfect poem for Easter ... excellently written, my friend Victor :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 4/13/2022 3:20:00 PM
wow, maybe this is the one you had told me about. This one is superb, Victor!!
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Date: 4/12/2022 12:44:00 PM
Great question at the end!
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Date: 4/12/2022 7:22:00 AM
Superlative meditative gratitude to the Son of God who called Himself "Son of Man". I wonder why?
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Date: 4/12/2022 7:43:00 AM
He was the son of God and the son of the Virgin Mary, a mystery which we cannot understand.
Date: 4/12/2022 7:16:00 AM
"The sins of humanity were on his shoulders.", Well written Victor
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Date: 4/12/2022 2:09:00 AM
Tears, the night he was taken. Very well done , Victor. a fav.
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Date: 4/11/2022 6:47:00 PM
Victor, you've portrayed the stillness of the olive grove well in your writing. An excellent illustration of your generous ink, as well as the distinctive twist towards the conclusion.
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Date: 4/11/2022 11:34:00 AM
Victor, your moving poem tells of Jesus' final hours with eloquence and beauty. The first lines capture the scene in the Garden of Olives quite well. Have a blessed Easter, Evelyn
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Date: 4/11/2022 10:43:00 AM
Excellent, Victor! You capture that moment in time so beautifully. I like the line. "Even the moon hid itself in shame". Blessings to you this Holy week. Debra
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Date: 4/11/2022 6:55:00 AM
Excellent write, Victor, I never could write free verse so beautifully, exceptional:)
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Date: 4/11/2022 5:13:00 AM
WOW! You captured that silence in the garden of olives eloquently. Another example of your gifted pen and the signature turn in the ending.
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Date: 4/11/2022 3:40:00 AM
You captured his last moments well , but after his death he rose again bringing great joy to all his followers. Happy Easter Victor. Tom
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Date: 4/11/2022 2:21:00 AM
These thoughts pass through our minds several times during this Holy week ! How deserted He must have felt and through what angst He passed.... ! A touching write nailing pins of pain into the flesh !
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