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.
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