Nexus

         
Gethsemane
interplanetary
galaxy garden

where frustrated
flattering dark lord sprang
with flashing sword

where son of grieving God
sweat drops of blood
gifted his father
“Thy will be done”

by gentle “I am”
mobbing minions
backward fell

by syllable rubbled
castles of hate
shattered shackles of hell

by love swung wide
his city gate

by Spirit solo violin
invites us in.