The Silence Of Gethsemane

The Silence Of Gethsemane

‘Twas the silence
Of the garden
That heard the agony
Of conflict and struggle
Waging battle
With light and darkness.

It was settled
In the bitter cup
Of suffering
Ere the silence
Heard the agony
In dark Gethsemane.

From the moment
of acceptance
The cross loomed ahead
In gory ugliness,
Wilful cruelty
And bitter tastelessness.

But another garden
Lay just beyond
In resurrection light
And ransomed victory
Over darkness
And the silence of Gethsemane!