Midnight Garden
Come with me
Come with me
to the Garden of Gethsemane.
Come with me ,
and take my hand .
Here in the garden ,
we will walk together
hand in hand .
Come with me ,
Come with me,
to the Garden of Gethsemane
I only ask
you open eyes
and do not sleep .
There is no need to speak
only for a
simple willingness
of feet
and in your heart
I will give you rest.
Come with me
Come with me
for a midnight prayer
in the stillness
of the midnight air ,
as the moonlight
illuminates our lines
in this silent Garden
for all time.
And we will not forsake
each others’ moon lit presence
till the early morning breaks.
In the Garden
love
there’s a tree that blossoms,
only once at night,
Both red and white ,
And its beauty blossoms down
towards the ground.
I will take you there
And we will water it
with all my flowing blood,
and with all eternal love .
Come with me,
come with me,
to the Garden of Gethsemane
and we will travel,
back to hanging gardens
in the East ,
And forth to the Gardens
of the West
And to that Garden
held in by walls
of cedar plank,
where we will finally
be free,
And be at peace ,
to wrap robe
around the fragrant
cedar tree .
Here passion
will be buried deep
And there
will be
only you and I
in purest love
most sweet .
Come with me
come with me
and we will see
Jerusalem
from the mountain slopes
and water olive tree,
with bitter tears ,
resting on a sacrificial
altar stone.
Come with me
come with me
to the garden
if you can
for this night only
I am here
and
All alone a
Man.
Come with me
and contemplate ,
to finally embrace,
the Love that flows
here freely
in the Gardens of Gethsemane
my Love.
And when the time comes,
That we must part ,
Hold and remember
I will always be
Set deep in your heart ,
Here in the stillness
Of the Gardens of Gethsemane ,
My love
Eternal .
From “Dreams for a Saturday Morning” by PWChaltas
