Jesus begins to doubt
himself.
Not the Son of God bit
or whether he need
go through
with this.
What Jesus really doubts is
no...not...the future of man but
future man and what
they will make of him
whether they will really
understand
this sacrifice of self
this...this...love?
'Father, forgive them for..'
he sweats blood
'...for they know exactly what
they do! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem