Gethsemane: (The Agony In The Garden) Poem by DM W

Something terrible occurred in that garden.
Night like a black sun disfigured His being.
It cruelly drained away His dream like beauty.
In His anguish, He sweat blood from every pore.
He who was Nature's most immaculate flower.
He who had stared too long into human eyes,
And perceived the perennial conflicts there:
Between the legions of angels & dark beasts;
Now knelt stripped of certainty's consoling cloak.
Although His prayers tried to split the sky apart,
Suffering's cup would not be taken from Him.
The Heavens that had moulded His miracles,
Now seemed to be as stark and silent as the grave.
They were oblivious to His inner screams.
They offered no shelter: no calm asylum.
Something terrible occurred in that garden.