The Agony in the Garden


They sleep as though in hiding from the dawn,
And now to buy their wakening with this:
By miseries of hell their heaven's won,
Tortures of the damned to purchase bliss

O dear Father, let me slip away,
This duty is so hard, it hurts me so,
My being strains in agony to pray,
Sweat as cold as death begins to flow

Now your messenger — I sense him here —
Comforts with the glory of a light
Invisible to those who live in fear —
Your love is dawn; the dread of death is night

I see a lamp, my sleeping friends arise!
Death has come with kisses and with lies

The Agony in the Garden is found in Mysteries and Stations, by Pavel Chichikov.

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