temple thoughts

on the night you sweated blood
dark, red turning to black in the garden’s moonlight,
blood

All slept, as ‘Away in the manger’

but your temple was not just, just

a manger but a garden, and you probably leaned
Against a rock, Him

for support, for love, but

all deserted you in exhaustion

I am exhausted today, in the garden I love
your temple

all leave, Peter, John, James
Judas
as they embrace, touch, enter sleep, enter peace,
but

there is no rest in the, our, temples

only your exhaustion
help me enter Your
rest

Our garden

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