Dark Garden
Garden dark and fragrant
Orchard of ancient olives
Sandals
Unfastened
Abandoned
Tis Holy ground I see
There is a man
On bended knee
Deep within the shadows
Darkness
Deeper than a moonless night
Surrounds His very soul
His head is bowed
His hands are raised
He murmurs
Deep, Low
Heavy
With pleading supplications
I see Him rise
Looking for those
Chosen
To stand by
But they are sleepin
They do not see his agony
They do not see
The courts of Heaven
In session
With Justice on the table
Demands are made
Who will pay?
Alone He turns
Again into the grove
Falling face to the ground
Wrestling dark angels
He wrestles
For my soul
The mists begin descending
Over Kedron’s
Quiet waters
Swirling fog surrounds
Shadows move
Unearthly brightness shows
I see…
I see…
Is that an angel?
Bending close
Attending His torment
Urging Him on
His prayer continues
Long
The Devil in the Detail
I am
Witness to the contract
This Tryst of Trinity
Even so
I waver
Sleep beckons me away
Like his friends
I fail the watch
The hours whilst He prays
I drift into a slumber
In half light
Dreaming daze
His words pierce
The weariness
I see His meaning plain
The purpose of His prayers
His heart
His soul
Poured forth
In Blood
In Sweat
In Tears
I stand
InGethsemane
Watching Jesus Pray
I hear the words
I own them
My name included there
When to God
In Heaven
He claims
In Me
In You
In them
Then bends
His blood sweated brow
Accepting all
With Willing heart
He takes and drains
That Bitter Cup
In the Garden
Dark and fragrant
He drinks
His Eternal Vow
No matter what the cost
I Will Redeem My Own
Words and Photographs © Denise Stanford 2011
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