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Gethsemane

Heavens! I have been 

  in fear of my life,

Such worried times,

  days and nights of strife,

Though back then

  I thought myself more than strong,

Now I'm afraid that

  I've gone all wrong,

Something about what

  I've done, how I spend,

And it's somewhere

  in my impending end,

This is my terror

  that's all too mortal,

But, the man Jesus

  made it our portal.



Covering the ground,

  still scared of the cost

To the Way,

  the Paradise of plen'y.

God alone knows

  how I've been lost,

Guessing in m'own

  Gethsemane.



Others so senseless,

  easy deep in sleep,

A loneliness enough

  to make me weep.

Agony screams:

"Awake! Awake! Awake!"

Yet silence leaves me

  alone for God's sake;

It's more than some turned soil,

  some earth-y hurt,

It's more than

 another plot of dirt,

And like my eyes,

  my cup runs over-spilt,

With this fear, sorrow,

  agony, and guilt.



Fortune means little,

  Either spent or tossed,

As silver's worth's

  less than a penny.

God alone knows

  how I've been lost,

Guessing in m'own

  Gethsemane.



I have known such a

  heaviness of heart,

A lead-ness near 'nough

  to drag me apart:

On my knees, down,

  borne down in the garden,

Not solely sin,

  but ev'rything's burden...

No matter how I prayed

  to heave it out,

It was then I learned

  of dread, learned of doubt

As certain as the

  dead-weight white of woe,

Still, it pales against Christ's

  night of sorrow.



Accepting someday each

  "t" must get crossed,

All I see's the trees,

  so dense, so many.

God alone knows

  how I've been lost,

Guessing in m'own

  Gethsemane.




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  1. Date: 10/30/2013 4:02:00 PM

    Awesome lyrical vision of life's continuous uncertainty; I sure feel the powerful need for faith in your words

    McCabe Avatar Ryan McCabe Date: 10/31/2013 12:37:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Karen, I'm glad my point in the piece got across to you.