When no one is around…
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sometimes I imagine myself alone
with Jesus,
when no one is around…
oftentimes in the garden
when the disciples are asleep -
I move in very close to him…
silently nodding
to let him know I’m there.
.
other times I imagine
we are alone in the prison
between tortures -
I emerge from the shadows
moving much closer this time,
to cover his nakedness and warm him
from the night chill…
silently nodding
as I gently dab away his tears.
.
I can’t take away his suffering,
I have nothing to salve his wounds,
I can’t hold him back from dying,
I can only suffer with him…
silently nodding
as he looks at me with love.
.
[Art: “Compassion” - by Bouguereau]
