Gethsemane, a long time ago ; an Olive grove with space to grow
A myth on which a creed was formed, a time which saw a legend born.
A prophecy and all it spoke transformed him from a humble bloke
Into messiah, he who rose, ascending as the story goes….
A holy man from Gods own plan creates divisions, forming clans
They who believe and they who not – the when, the where, the why, the what.
The fourteen stations of the cross depict the passion and the loss
Barrabas chosen to be freed, allowing tender hearts to bleed.
Division from the stories start, creative fiction, mythic art
The rise, the fall, the heeded call – behold the saviour of us all.
And yet the All divided still find reason for the need to kill.
Gethsemane, a tale to tell where heaven spent its time in hell.
Divisions to this day devour all notions of a sacred hour
As Mamman battles to control, the myth continues to enfold.
As to this day the pain endures of horrid times and holy wars
As politicians draw their lines upon the lands of Palestine
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