in a sorrow of olives
did agony speak
quiet lesson in prayer
a foreboding of
imminent suffering
let this cup pass
will and weakness
conjoined and inhered
in a most human hour
while nearby exhaustion
from grief and from fear
laid three hearts down
in sleep of despair
loath to witness
a strengthening angel
assist in their Teacher’s
divine transformation
resolved to submission
embracing with passion
all pain of mortality
trusting that love
has a purpose
a purpose so great
it required dark
midnight betrayal
to reach its fulfilment
Some of the most powerful moments in human history here. God standing in prayer for us when our race could not even stay awake to pray for itself.
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a condition that still prevails
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It is a truth. We fall short continually.
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excellent piece!
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much appreciated
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well deserved
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Perhaps the perfect metaphor in terms of ‘learning’.
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cheers, mike
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love this…
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thanks kindly, maureen
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Very sensitive
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thank you
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You take me to a Thursday night of Holy Week that lives forever in my heart. “I never knew the man!” as the rooster crows three times . . .
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and the rock suffered his cowardice until he was called once again – indicating we all can get a second chance – we all can find our way back through repentance
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“A sorrow of olives”. Gethsemane spoken in a single phrase. Moving and beautiful.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it – thanks for the kind words
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Oh Wow, oh Wow, Paul—I’m too deeply moved (teary-eyed) to compose a coherent comment…
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bless you
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❤
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