The Garden

Composed on Good Friday, 2014.



It's dark, so dark and
My eyes grow heavy, lidded
Like iron from shackles and fetters
Those that you break to make men whole.

Multiplying loaves, you asked us
if we understood you and we stared
ahead into the depth of the unknown
And seeing, we did not perceive.

Now tonight you ask of us
Just to watch with you a little longer
To utter prayers to the Father you
call and we seem to have forgotten.

Hark! They come in the night
With clubs and chains to bind you
Though we know you have power
over wind and waves, not so now.

No, a simple kiss, planted on lips
That open the eyes of the blind,
That speak to cast out demons,
Now mute to the hatred of men.

My sword I reach, and I see
Your stare disarms me, the weapon
Is of no use here, you must face
The blows of hard hearts without it.

Alone you go, for we turn
Away and watch their arms wrap you up
Forsaking years of following your lead
And weeping nakedly, we run.

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