In the Garden

Shadows are long
in the depth of the darkness….

I am amongst the noisy crowd
descending
upon
the agonizing silence
of this garden
called Gethsemane ….

A witness
to the pale kiss
administered
to the Holy Man ….

Just then!
a sharp excruciating pain takes centre stage in my senses!
Draws my attention away from this Man
as my ear lays
at my feet
-at His feet ….

I’m aware as His Hand reaches down
and as He touches my life with a tenderness
that I have never known before,
more than my hearing
is restored
my pain is gone.

Light has come
into the darkness of this garden
and I will never
be the same again ….
as His blood overshadows mine….

His love blots out the hate in my heart.
It is silent in my soul
I feel like I have entered another realm
as the loud garden becomes a blur

I believe this man
is the Son of God.

—
Brenda.ps23©