Gethsemane’s Garden

In the garden of Gethsemane, 
we plant the seeds of love and sorrow.
Each flower is a memory; each thorn a lesson to gain, 
graciously grown but through agony learned.
Thriving in the light of our hearts.
Jesus wept there, in the stillness with the olive trees, 
His heart twisted by man.
Yet to be betrayed, he knelt and prayed for strength to forgive
and swallow the bitter cup, and to let go of all his anger.
Like weeds, anger stealthily consumes compassion inbred in the shadows.
Silently, bitterness forms as tentacles glide deep inside. 
As a call to forgive as we are forgiven now. 
This is an underappreciated flower of beauty in the garden.
We would take care of our hearts with tender touches, 
pulling out the thorns of the rage 
and giving them kindness, getting rid of resentment.