An Afternoon in Gethsemane Bay

At the Mount of Olives I pray,
On the thresholds of Gethsemane Bay.
Biking over mounds of wreckage,
Looking for the place.
In the garden where do I lay?
So Jesus replied,
"Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head."
Fallen squares,
I want spirals,
Circles coiled round elongated necks,
Jesus this is where you knelt and wept.
Will you lead me away from my static days?
Grab hold my hand where no crusader lands?
Turn over stones, and lead way to a new home?
Take these rhyme games and tell which land I should stand.

And he said, "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me. My father if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will. My father if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be done."

Matthew 8:20, 26:38-39,42