Gethsemane After Midnight { In Honour & Observation Of Holy Week } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

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_________ Holy Thursday Night _________

+hey ate, +hey drank, +hey spoke of better +imes
In an empty damp cavern safe from nothing at all.
When +hey finished dinner....+h' Host gave thanks
For +his time with His friends, though one had left
Before +h' final prayer......and trip +o '+he Garden'

And, a Man who had won +h' warm hearts of many
Knelt down on both knees in '+h' Garden' +o plead
For His life +o be spared..........His Cross +o be lifted,
An' placed down softly.....so +hat no one be grieven
Yet, +h' day to follow...would bear ineffable horrors.

Now, '+h' Garden', was also known as Gethsemane,
'N, here, this Mans mortal existence became Gospel;
Confronted by His nemisis, naysayers, and betrayer,
He was cross-cuffed, slandered, kissed...by +h' same,
Deliver'd for a trial where +h' die had long been cast
By mad politics....+hat bore +h' shame of 'Ignorance'.

Blackness veiled '+h night o'er a Hill called '+h' Skull'.
Still, come morning............. a Cypress be His Chalice, -
And it be passed by Flesh and Blood...of a Holy Kind.





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