The garden reminds me of him
Bowed down he bore weights too heavy before they ever landed. My Lord knew the battle was his to fight and he would not let me suffer. If this price had to be paid, then he would do the paying.
The garden reminds me of him
The Lord of glory had need for help. Every minute brought him closer and every gesture was a prayer. He that was everyone’s everything had no one’s nothing to journey with him. Alone he must go. A lone garden he must sow.
The garden reminds me of him
Before the curtain dropped on sin’s final payment. Before ever a drop of blood hit the floor. Before stripes parted his skin and men killed the one that healed them. The garden bore witness to my Lord’s humanity. The garden bore witness to this man’s divinity.
The garden reminds me of him
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022
Christ a poet 