Good Friday. Happy Easter with this poem by Gerard Rochford: Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. Have a peaceful day, Yareah magazine friends!
Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane
My friends sleep
dreaming of women
soft as grapes, firm as olives,
sweat like salted oil
on warm bread,
sleek avocado evenings.
My eyes are sharp with fear.
I know Judas;
his promiscuous urge to please
is a kind of love, seductive as vinegar.
Even the Romans he woos.
He steals one friend’s wine to win another.
Thomas says: To know is to love.
And that is the noose which binds us.
This dawning breaks my heart.
Here comes Judas
whispering with friends,
their swords keen as new money.