Peculiar

I found myself in Gethsemane
praying for the will
to resist temptation
knelt before the Mount of Olives
awaiting His return
I drew no strength from sacred ground
so I looked to the peak,
looked for God
I didn't find him
the sun, blindingly bright
did not reveal Christ's son
only ultraviolet rays
I blinked and stood
and laughed because
my knees were scratched
in unholy ways





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