Gethsemane

Beneath the olive trees,

Under the moonlit sky

Awaken by the breeze

That breathed a silent sigh,

There walked a man who tried

To fight the urge to cry.

His face was fair and lightened

With a kind of strangest glow,

But it seemed as though he's frightened,

But what scared him, who would know?

There was no destination,

He ventured further on

Deep in his desperation,

Abandoned and alone.

But then , as if he reached the place

He stopped and closed his eyes

And the moonlight fell upon his face

Like a blessing from the skies.

Then he descended on the ground

Did he kneel or did he sway?

There was heavy silence all around…

And he began to pray.

His feverish eyes gazed up above

With hope, and faith, and hate and love,

His body shaking violently

As he was whispering silently…

"I'm ready, Lord, for hate and pain,

To be condemned and to be slain,

To take the poison, as the bliss…

And to be sold out with a kiss…

But why…oh, why must it be his?"

But Heaven still was silent and pure

He stared a bit into the night

At distant stars that gave no cure,

No comfort shone in their cold light.