As you lay, they could not keep watch As the poet sang, and you fought…
A voice in the dark, It wasn’t at all what they thought.
A scar on the sky, a meteor hit the earth,
if you didn’t die, what’s it all worth?
A sound, a garden, a love, an agony.
It’s not the first time – Gethsemane.
Do not come into temptation, it lifts all the pain.
the Spirit is willing, but the flesh it’s too vain.
I hear all of the music, I break the walls of the sound,
it doesn’t change that the truth still hasn’t been found.
it’s the highest of order, the world’s they’ll never know.
The grief of past and present, the final of blows.
Agony in the garden, with love and a curse.
I wouldn’t choose anyone else – you know what that’s worth.
Are you still sleeping and resting while the hour is at hand?
You haven’t forgotten, you betrayed my man.
He star is still rising, his ship hasn’t sailed.
His mast cuts through your weighted veil.
My winds propel and carry him through your storm
You never know what kept him warm.
I honor this way in this way until the end,
our magic is real while yours is pretend.
We stand in the garden, the same as that day.
Suns of Source, we light the way.
November 8, 2025.
369. 🙂