You went into the garden and fell to the ground
and prayed
alone,
yet all humanity was there
holding the cup of death
and hearing itself in your words.
“Father, if it possible, let this cup pass from me.
The cup of death.
you drank
contained our fears and cries too,
our sweat of blood.
“Your will be done,” you said.
“Your will be done,”we say
and wait for an angel to strengthen us.
The Victor's Place 
Part of your beautiful poem is missing, Fr. Victor. Would please post it again? Gloria
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Went live before its time. Should be ready by Friday.FV
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Am a new member
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Welcome, Prudencia.
FVictor
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It makes me feel part & parcel of the cup of suffering…..it saddens me more to realize Jesus suffered worse than any criminal & sinless He was. He allowed himself to die so that we can have life & have it in abundance.
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