Prone in Gethsemane upon His face,-- His eyelids closed, -- lay Christ of all our world, -- The winds with endless sorrows seemed enswirled; A little fountain murmured of its pain Reflecting the pale sickle of the moon; -- Then was the hour when the Angel brought From God’s high throne the Cup of bitter horn, While on His hands tears trembling fell like rain.

Before the Christ a cross arose on high; He saw His own young body hanging there Mangled, distorted; knotted ropes half-tear The sinews from their sockets; saw He nigh The jagged nails’ hot rage, the direful Crown Upon His head, and every dripping thorn Red-laden, as in fury of its scorn The thunder battered all kind voices down. He heard the pattering drops, as from the cross A piteous sobbing whispered and grew still. Then Jesus sighed, and every pore did spill A bloody sweat ---

   ~Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff (1797-1848)

For Reflection:

Take this poem into your prayer time meditation as you consider the great gift of our redemption. How is Jesus speaking to me in it?

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