After Luke 22:39-45
He withdraws into the garden,
separates himself from the rest,
a stone’s throw away, close
but with space, with privacy,
for prayer.
Alone,
the most alone for all time.
He knows the cup is
before him;
if it were his choice,
he’d refuse it, have it
removed, have it
taken away.
But it is not his choice;
the cup remains. Even as
the angel comes
to strengthen,
to bring him strength.
he prays in agony,
agony of spirit,
agony of heart,
agony of mind,
agony of soul,
agony sufficient
to draw blood.
Photograph by Olivier Miche via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
So moving . . .
Blessings, Glynn!
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