Gethsemane

Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
         
         
He’s on his knees,
not all pious like the paintings
but on his hands and knees
trying to breathe,
forehead in the dirt,
unraveled
by the cup that won’t pass from him.

No one loves life more,
has faced death down and won,
has pulled people back from the dark
like he has. But now?

What changes?
What makes him take the cup?
A voice in the garden isn’t enough.

He prays over his death,
the cup of his life poured out in love,
all of it,
he prays for his life,
prays for the love that is his life,
and finds himself praying
for the people he loves.
And it is they who change him.

By the end
he is not praying for release.
He is praying for us.

It is you
who makes him know
that this is worth it.

He stands and turns.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

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