Holy Thursday
04.14.06 (10:17 am) [edit] The calm evening; Warm breeze gently blowing Among the olive trees, Old, and bent, with age. A man apart Kneeling shivering, Alone. Those with him asleep Over come with fatigue; Sleep unaware of the anguish Of the one they follow. A silent scream Piercing the heavens, Heard only by God. The knowledge of knowing, The coming pain understood Needing to be faced Accepted. FATHER!!!!! Let this pass It is too much The sweat Burning the eyes Coppery to the taste Becomes red. Quietly the prayer; Father, As you will God with us, Tabernacles with us, Takes on our pain Our self destructive ways. That which is most pure, Most innocent, Most loving condemned. |