The Agony in the Garden
A bitter boy knelt in a pile of dirt, And tears furrowed his cheek. A spinach leaf Covered him, and the young corn hid his grief. The morning had grown to acres of hurt, And there was no way out. Weeding was doom. No plastic soldiers now would charge the peas, Or cool Tonka trucks rumble through the seas Of carrot tops. Amidst the onions gloom Was all. The glory of a sunflower In August, or a cabbage in the fall, Was not enough to stop his cry. He’d weep, And weep again, before the sorry hour Had passed. For now, the sweat and filth were all The harvest he could see, or think to reap.
Ketha Spicer is the second of nine children born to devout evangelical parents. She lives in Vancouver, WA, where she was born. In 1994 she entered the Catholic Church through the influence of her sister. She is not married, but has two adopted daughters who were born in Calcutta and are now in their twenties. She also has a beautiful three-year-old grandson.