Easter poetry


Gethsemane All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden gate. Must kneel alone in the darkness there. And battle with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say: “Not mine but thine;” Who only pray, “Let this cup pass;” and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane. Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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