Poa Tree Poems
MOMENT IN GETHSEMANE
- by
Dichter1
A slight wind stirs the leaves in olive trees, Far down the valley bleats some family's sheep, And somewhere near at hand a dog now barks, But, by and large, the city is asleep. The only glints of light are in the sky In constellations wheeling overhead; A night like countless others in the past, Yet this night brings my heart both joy and dread. I dread the things that I must yet endure, The things my thoughts attest I soon must feel; I'm no more fond than any other man Of anguished death; my heart cannot conceal My fervent prayer that other means be found By which my earthly task I could complete, The gates of life be opened for them all, Eternal pathways for all faith-led feet. My prayer was answered. I must claim this death. I cannot slip away. I must remain. I'm glimpsing now a first faint flickering torch That heralds the approach of shame and pain. Within my heart deep love is kindling joy Where, moments past, I did to dread succumb. This too will pass, no torment long endures, I know the truth: that great third day will come!