olives
rained down like bullets
on the ground,
branches
violently shook
his face
contorted in pain,
his clenched fists
roared against the tree
as if flailing in anguish ‘
against the totality
of his creation,
the whole
sorry mess of it
and this moment
it had led him to
his was a tough love,
love of the toughest
most bittersweet kind
and now,
his whole life
hurtling towards its climax,
his divinity
fought the intensity
of mortal weakness
and his human face
revealed itself
Abba
take this cup away
anger
grief
vulnerability
wrestled with the calling
tensions
exploded from within him
as the inner battle
raged
until finally
it was over
he was spent
his whole body
slumped,
relaxed exhaustion
overcame him
and the greater calling
restored itself
to its rightful place
within his mind
in a whisper
the words came
yet not my will
but yours
be done
peace
strengthened him
the hour
had come
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