Sorrowful Mystery #1 - Agony In The Garden Poem by Carmela Patterson

He is coming toward me and the look upon His Face tells me He is agonizing.

Come rest here a while, I am your rock.

Sit beside me and lean on me.

I begin to hear Him pray in a whisper.

His friends are nearby but do not hear Him as I do.

They are reclining and appear puzzled.

For the moment, I was distracted but this man is in anguish and I am here for Him.

I feel His flesh upon my hard soil; I become moist as He perspires.

His voice is warm, soft, eloquent, prayerful. He prays, 'Father, if this cup cannot pass….'as He sweats droplets of blood upon me.

His voice becomes saddened and tortured.

His soul grieves, not for Himself, but for all men.

If I had a real heart, it would be breaking as I hear Him pray…
'Thy Will be done.'

He gets up several times to speak a word or two to His friends, then He returns, each time more pained in spirit.

He practically lies upon me and now, I understand it is my moment, my purpose for being.

I am His rock.


© Mel Patterson,2004