Evening in the Garden

In response to Prompt three of Trifecta Challenge, week 33 :

They could have waited with him

To ease the dread of the coming hours

But they sleep – weak, unaware,

Despite His enigmatic warnings.

He agonizes; he despairs 

As long-foretold events 

Unfold.

 

His mind flashes back

Tentative toddler steps

Tumbling into his Mothers arms

Foretelling tomorrow’s fall

She will be there – again – to cradle Him 

As he falls to 

Earth.

 

On this eve, here in the garden

Friends nearby (all but one) 

He stands alone; 

On the edge of eternity

Embracing His dreaded, desired destiny

He stands alone.

He weeps.

2 Comments on “Evening in the Garden

    • Yes, I was building off the notion that smashing pumpkin’s song could be a metaphor for Christ…thank you or reading my piece and for taking the time to comment. Feedback is always appreciated.
      Joanne

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