In my Garden of Gethsemane I walked along with her She could not know my suffering A worm stuck in my own cocoon. The wounds I bore She touched them And they opened I screamed silently until I could be silent no more. She did not mean it She could not see they were there And I hid the bleeding Until our river ran crimson with untold memories. By touching them She healed them The flesh, it tore But allowed the Light to enter. There are some Souls Who bless our lives with presence Who heal us even amid the suffering Such is Love. I wonder what wounds I touched in her And I weep at the thought of the injury Even as I pray that I healed her too A reflection of the Light she is to me. I can see her now, clearly The clouds of torment gone The attention to wounds forgotten Love eternal reigns the day. In the ending a new beginning In the loss a prize eternal I bask in the tears I shed for her Such medicine the salty rivers give! I feel her now not through a pain soaked curtain But through a warm vessel of Light The Sun, the Moon, the Stars The Glory of a Dancing Tigress. I felt the Universe unfold in beautiful awe As she fell into my arms weeping Telling me a million stories Without ever saying a word. And I heal… That moment I came down off my cross And turned it into just another tree I fell in love with me. Right there, in my Garden of Gethsemane Where the Beloved showed me who I am Right where the wounds became no more Right were she touched where no one has touched me before. I wrapped my arms around her Our sweated Beings merged I loved in that moment like I’ve never loved before I swallowed all of her she’d allow me to have. I ceased to be in that moment still The final thread of my veil fell away Or so it seems that weighted cloak is gone Lifted by a selfless act of Love. I do not pretend to know tomorrow There are many crosses with many weights to bear Yet in this instant I fear no more I am free in this, my Garden of Gethsemane.