Gnarled olive branches
frame a face streaked with tears,
the agony of human fear.
Fragrant orchard blossoms
shadow a trio of sleeping men,
no watch kept by trusted friends.
The moonlit garden hillside
erupts with clamor, disciples’ dismay,
planted the kiss of death betrays.
The photo reminds me of how God's Love the World.
(The Agony in the Garden)