Jesus with his went disciples called Gethsemane the place,
and he, “Sit here while I there and pray.”
He took two sons of Zebedee, began sorrowful
and troubled deeply, “My overwhelmed sorrow is soul
to the point: death. Stay and keep me.”

Going farther fell he with his face prayed
the ground, “My Abba, everything possible
is taken, this cup be from me. Yet not I but you.”
He returned to his found disciples and sleeping—
“Could men not keep me one hour? Watch temptation fall:
The willing spirit is but the weak body is.”

He a second time prayed, “My Father, I drink it.”
Their eyes were heavy the third time, saying the same.
Then he said to the returned disciples, to them, “Enough!
The betrayed hour has the hands of sinners. Rise!
Let us! Here comes my go!”

Are you still sleeping and resting? Enough!
Look, the near hour is, the Son of Man is:
Rise, let go! Here comes!

—Matthew 26:36–46 remixed

November 21, 2017 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry