Gethsemane

 

BETRAYAL

Warm tears freeze unto icicles at the ‘injustice’.

The heart of flesh turns into stone at the ‘betrayal.’

Traitor! Heart of Judas!

Betrayer! Away with you — do not pollute me thus!

What was once lovely, clean, sweet and

pure like discarded empty beer tin canisters;

rattle and roll on the graffiti chequered streets.

Passing sneakered feet strikes and

icks them with ruthless force,

seeking gratification; the burdened,

bitter heart of stone wants to avenge.

The taps of high heeled still-toes echo in the alley.

The hungry rats hide in fright in the dirt-filled crevices.

Only the sun can melt the ice … …

and the hammer breaks the stone.

Where is the Hammer?

Where is the Sun?

One has only to ‘want’ to seek – then find!

‘Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us’

In apathy – it hurts to seek,

In hurt – it is agony to forgive. 

I am in my Gethsemane

I sweat out blood!

Forsaken … yet

Dying I live,

Losing I gain,

Such profound loss and gain

I haven’t lived in vain for this

Life in death transcend the grave.

Resurrection from the pit to glory

Oh! My brethren!

The excruciating pain of Joseph’s forgiveness

The joy after the pain,

The peace after the tempest,

The light after the darkness,

the rainbow after the storm!

Deliverance!

Restoration!

Transformation!

Written by Lalrinmawii Khiangte —aka Mamawii

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