Spirit Warrior, Battle at Gethsemane

It awaits,
The moment,
A cold spike,
The ring of the hammer,
The resonance of hardwood,
Impact after impact;
Then,
Raised high,
Slammed to the earth,
The jarring body rends the flesh.
Friends,
Family,
Watching on,
Unable to aid.
Their suffering,
His own,
The will to live inherent in all men.
He saw his life long before,
He knew his path,
And there at Gethsemane He perceived more clearly;
Yet, fought to lay down His life,
This Jesus Christ,
A Spirit Warrior,
The Son of God.

Douglas James Kilburg
The Woodsinger