And sadness came over him and great distress.
My soul is sorrowful to the point of death.
Sometimes too our life seems a complete mess.
Almost what’s preferable really is death.

My father if it is possible let this cup pass me by.
Nevertheless let it be as you, not me , would have it.
Can’t I avoid my own troubles we sigh.
I pass distracted , I can neither stand nor sit.

My father if this cup cannot pass by without me drinking it.
Your will be done .
Only slowly patience comes , we have got over our fit.

And realise that out there , there is fun.

Thus time passes .
And fear lapses.

……. ..

Sadness came over
Him and great distress, his soul
Sorrowful , distressed

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See Matthew 26 : 36-42