In The Garden -- Alone
Alone in the garden.
His friends are nearby.
He wants their comfort,
But they have fallen asleep.
Alone, he prays.
"Abba, take this cup away,"
He says.
"I don't want this."
"It's too hard."
"It hurts."
But he adds,
"Not my will, but yours."
The Spirit strengthens him.
Alone... still.
Suffering... still.
Yet he endures.
Jesus on the cross.
I look up at him,
So weak,
So frail,
Is this the one I looked up to?
Whom I admired…
And emulated?
Who was Heaven on earth for me?
Who I gave my heart to?
How can he be so human?
No greater than the rest of us?
And yet, as I gaze up at him,
He is still for me the beautiful one.
I still love him and admire him.
My heart aches, seeing him in pain.
Yes, he is human, one of us.
Yet he is also the Christ.
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