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I wish I had been there with Jesus
at Gethsemane.
I want to share his tears
and sweat blood with him.
I want to kneel with him,
cry with him,
fear with him,
pray with him,
be indignant with him.
I don’t want to find
profound things to say
or make him forget his troubles.
As impossible as it seems,
I just want to be with him
and let my silent presence
strengthen him.
But I live now, not then,
and I’m just a man
no more than any
of the eleven;
I would probably
fall asleep too.
A. J. Mittendorf teaches English at the College of New Caledonia in Prince George, B.C.
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