Unaware,it is we all face our own Gethsemane,
each and every day.
whilst the world slept the slumber of the inebriate
i prayed that the chalice of adoration pass me by.
climbing the mount of olives,
i genuflect,and begin my petition:
you o lord know my hearts yearning,
your gentle spirit tells me my desire is corporeal.
yet,like a mouth to a flame i am drawn daily
towards this woman.
my heart immobilizes me.
tortured by my felony,
only she and you my god, can bring about my deliverance.
alas,my heart knows that liberation by my earthly deity
will not be forthcoming.
thus father,lord of hosts,i concede
that i am ready to sup from the chalice you wish me to drink from.
the wine contained within is both pungent and dry.
but be it as you wish not mine.
you unconditional love will sustain me
through its passage.
let the world slumber on unseeing the barbs tearing at my heart.
you be my counsel and comfort divine oneness,
for i am ready to leave Gethsemane.
