"Now in the place where he was crucified..."

"Now
in the place where he was crucified
there was a garden..."
- John

what grows
in this
garden

where tears fall
like rain,
mothers watch
their son beg for mercy,
and murderers
repent?

what seeds of
surrender,
and
shame,
and
sorrow
are sown on this hillside,

what
tender hope
is borne by
Spirit on the wings of
a dove,
carried
through the
streets
under a crown of
thorns

and
from
what
soft soil of
a woman's
broken heart
does the
seedling spring?

a
garden

Golgatha,
Gethsemane....

the redemption of
Eden?

Where a man chooses
courage over
self-preservation,
humility
above
blame,
and his naked
heart is
bare before
his God
without
the
scar of
shame

Into the soil of
this honest heart
the seed of
trust
was sown,

the sky breaks open
and
faith gives birth
to
understanding...

faces
lifted to
receive
its
gift

and
In the place
where he was crucified,
a cry
breaks forth from
tender lips
"into Thy hand
I commit my Spirit..."
and
there is a
shattering

the seed
releases it's promise

his
Father
whispers
"I have not
forsaken thee..."

this was just the
chaff,
the husk,
the chrysalis
that held
the promise,
the gospel,
the kingdom
of heaven
you told them
was within...

come forth
but
not from a stony tomb,
a rock-ribbed cave,
a silent sepulchre...

those are only
symbols of
the sacred stillness
where the
fruit is
stored...

come forth from the
lie that you
were ever just
a seed...

for in the garden
the seed
must release its promise
when
watered by
tears....

but
you knew that
all
along...

Love
always
blossoms and
bears its
fruit
in this
holy
sacred
space



"...Patient woe;
the human yielding to
the divine;
love meeting no response,
but still remaining
love."
― M B Eddy