Gethsemane

One night

you walked

a rock's toss

from your friends' touch.

There, kneeling down, you knew

the weight of separation

of the loneliest.

Darkness'

cold breath.

You knelt down alone

to pray

against the inevitable.

To wait, bear

sorrow unto death:

the fear.

Threatened

with forethought

of rejection

betrayal

death

pain

you cried out!

God-willing, to obey.

The others slept heavily -

the cup remained.

You were crucified in the garden

before taken outside the gate.