The noise subsides. I walk onto the stage.
I listen closely to the echo of the hum
And, leaning on the doorway, try to gauge
Just what will happen in the age to come.
The twilight of the night has gathered
A thousand opera-glasses pointing at me.
If only you are willing, Abba Father,
I pray to you, please take this cup from me.
I love your plan, so fixed and stubborn
And I agree to play this role.
But, as of now, there is a different drama,
This time, dismiss me, I implore.
The plot is predetermined to proceed,
The outcome of my destiny is sealed.
There's Pharisees, hypocricy and greed.
And life is not a walk across a field.