Serene
Calm
After dinner
Hillside
Olive Grove
Trees,
gnarled
Moonlight,
soft
The Son of God is;
Anxious
Disturbed
Disheveled
Turmoil is rot within his soul
He is trembling
Torment compounds
Angst contorts his brow
Couplets of blood form
Droplets fall
The earth shutters
She blushes
Forever stained
What makes Him shiver?
What makes Him quake?
Gall and Rage
Anger and Suffering
Grief and Sorrow
What is in that cup?
The silence of God
Stares back aloof
Cold
Distant
Left alone
All alone
Grasping an empty sky
The tranquility of the garden
is about to be laced with the
chaotic sin of the world.
In the distance
A violent coup
A hellish rouse
Hoof-beats
Clamor
Clang
Torches
Shadows shifting
Indignant
Malicious and
Mad
A tyrant
A step
A kiss
Tainted
Spoiled
Rot
History falls a’hush
A scuffle ensues
A venomous uproar
A cosmic struggle
Hissing
Howling
Clubs and fists
Mankind at his worst
From the scorn
“Peter, sheath your sword”
Dust settles
The Earth sighs
But the earth is different
Something’s wrong
She’s not
so tranquil
Not so serene
Not so calm
She groans
Man waits
God loses
After dinner
In the garden
lies the prelude
to the Friday that we call Good
An end to the smear called Eden
In the shattered Christ
Redemption Dawns
-e.p.allen
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