GETHSEMANE

 I climbed, sad and lost,
up through the dark olive trees
and laid my burning forehead
down in the dustiness of my weary
hands
After all-this? It’s then the end?
Is this the time for me to go?
I know though art, but I myself
No longer fine, I am alone.

Alone with all that human face
I undertook through thee to
Mitigate. Have I failed? What
Have I done?
God –help me now. I am alone.