At the end of the road from
Bethlehem
to the Garden of Gethsemane
you asked for a cup
to be removed from you,
God willing.
What was that cup?
Was it the pain and suffering?
Or was it death, and departure?
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And when you said to Mary
Touch me not
for I am not yet ascended
to my Father,
What did you fear
O Lord of the Night?
That Mary's touch might anchor you,
to that garden, to this life,
to the light of the rising sun,
the sun rising day after day
for ever?
