"Father, not my will, but thine be done."
Matthew - Mark - Luke
Christ here undergoes the top of his moral suffering. His deformed face, but also the tormented natural surroundings reflect his inner struggle. Among these prickly tree-stumps and rugged rocks, under a greyish-pink crescent, looming, Christ is kneeling to the left, asking his Father for help and strength in this extreme agony for what is about to happen.
When entering the cloisters, the monk is immediately confronted with Christ in his utter suffering.
His grasping hand, his stretching and sliding arm, lead towards a body "without figure, without name, like a worm, without form" (Isaiah 53).
In this hour of desperation and desolation the three best of his disciples are asleep.
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