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Lent 3.8

This week we focus on temptation.  This poem about the disciples in the garden of Gethsemene touches on that theme, to do other than what Christ asks of us. 

Gethsemane by Mary Oliver

The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.

Jesus said, wait with me.  But the disciples slept.

The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sing, have you noticed, with its whole body, 
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.

Jeus said, wait with me.  And maybe the stars did, maybe
the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn't move,
   maybe
the lake far away, where once he waled as on a 
   blue pavement
lay still and waited, wild awake.

Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept, 
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be a part of the story.

 

Peace,
Laurie

Posted by Laurie Weicher at 6:00 AM
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