Gethsemane Poem by Midifo Yearns

Loud cries and silent tears pleading
prostrate in trust bleeding
chalice large and filled with bitter wine
sleeping friends no comfort bring

Lonely out there, deep within
is pain, to drain the soul of courage
the cup looms larger yet
the deed awaits its time to pass

Flowers bend to leave accused
birds dive down and wave their wings
remind that they were used
to speak of faith and trust. But now!

Time to take the cup and drink
dreadful deed, herald of new morn
surrendered soul learns to obey
in arms of strangest love to stay.

Not mine but yours, a will to clutch
with fragile hope and loving pain
and then stand up to face the world
it’s I, and here I am, for now and for all time.