Red Lintel, Gethsemene

Here we stand,


Poised for boundless,

An open door,


A plate, a cup,


Wine and unleavened bread.


So much Blood! Such life struck down...


And,


Death passes overhead.


* * *


“Sleeping?” “What?”


Three friends,
Reclined against an olive tree,
Discussing an evening's strange events--an odd meal,
and Remembrance?


“It's getting late, and tomorrow? What awaits?”


If they'd had it, a thermos of Starbucks, or strong tea—anything against four cups of Passover wine.
So, for strength, a hymn, a prayer, a verse or two.


“Amen.”


But sleeping? “Come again?”


And He did, speaking of weak flesh and willing spirit.


“We're quite alert and guarding—no, no one has come by this way, go ahead and pray, all is okay!”


Alert, perhaps, yet not aware. Now, you see, they just weren't there.


Why such turbulence in this Garden? What was lacking?

Stillness. Quiet.


And here's a clue: And he cometh the third time, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: it is enough, the hour is come; behold, the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise up, let us go; lo, he that betrayeth me is at hand. Mark 14:41, 42 KJV


And another: “And what I say to you I say to all: Watch.” Mark 13:37 RSV


For, you see, Watching brings the Kingdom.


* * *
Another mystery...


Someone flees into the night.
A cloak, a garment, was but all they caught so tight.


* * *


Here we stand,


Poised for boundless,


An open door,


A plate, a cup,


Wine and unleavened bread.


So much Blood! A Life laid down...


And,


We pass over death.




Red Lintel
--Marty Kummetz (firescarecrow)
--April, 2009




Gethsemene
--Marty Kummetz (firescarecrow)
--April, 2009