Day 27: The Garden

Have you sat, surrounded

by a darkened garden.

Longing for company,

your heart quickly hardens.

 

Has your cup flowed

with other’s

sins of red,

those you thought understood

from lonely garden

have fled.

 

Have your tears fallen

with silence

upon garden’s soil,

they do not offer relief

rather sink with toil.

 

Look, one tear

upon soil doesn’t land;

cradled in compassion

it rests in Another's hand.

 

The Lord asks:

Father, why have

they fallen asleep in my pain?

I’ve prayed and prayed,

but only silence ever came!

 

Listen, My child,

what do You now hear?

The sound of My voice?

It will always be near.

 

For, when others fall asleep

in the midst of Your pain,

lift Your eyes to Me

and be renewed again.

 

A prayer of thanks

is, here, given to You,

for what slumber destroys

Your cradling Hands renew.

 

Lord, help me remember

to always listen well;

Lord, keep me awake 

when gardens need me to dwell.

 

Before you begin your day:

We, the Disciples, have swum through the rough currents of unrest and turmoil. We reside in the shallows of uncertain reassurance. Our bodies ache; our minds spin; our spirits doubt. We are exhausted!

 

Scripture tells us: "And he came out, and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives; and his disciples followed him." (Luke 22: 39) Jesus is not leaving us anytime soon; for this is all familiar. A sigh of relief. Perhaps, He is trying to make sense of all this too. This place of prayer - this need to go away and pray - this is -normal. A yawn.

 

"And they went to a place which was called Gethsemane; and he said to his disciples, Sit here while I pray." (Mark 14: 32) He will be back soon. I'll sit and wait. Does He appear to be troubled? Should I go closer? He steps further away; only His faint kneeling shadow remains. Wait, is this the moment of my denial? My disbelief? No, stop it. He told me to wait, and I will wait. This is all routine. I watch. I yawn.

 

It is quiet, not peaceful, but comfortable. The Lord is right there in the distance. My eyes grow so weary in the surrounding silence. My eyes...

 

"Are you sleeping? "

 

Do you hear the Lord beckoning you? Have you ever felt His knock upon the garden gate of your heart? We've all experienced times when the Lord feels distant. We grow weary. We sense Him step even further into the distance of normalcy. We begin to become unsure as we wait for what we perceive His response to our petitions should be. I'll wait and watch. But we already have in our minds what we are waiting and watching for. And, we fall asleep to His desired whisper and present shadow, "Are you sleeping? Awaken."

 

As you become aroused from slumber, what would you say to the Lord? Would your response resemble: Have you sat, surrounded by a darkened garden? Has your cup flowed with sins of red? Have your tears fallen with silence?

 

With such gentleness, He whispers, yes. There is no resentment, no disappointment in His voice, just complete understanding and love. "Let me tell you about a garden when I sat where you sit now. Distressed and troubled, I prayed":

 

Abba, Father, why have

they fallen asleep in my pain?

I’ve prayed and prayed,

but only silence ever came!

 

Listen, My sweet Child,

what do You now hear?

The sound of My voice?

It will always be near.

 

When others fall asleep

in the midst of Your coming pain,

lift Your eyes up to Me

and be renewed again.

 

By these words, remember that I am in my Father and you in me, and I in you. (John 14: 20) Awaken, let us continue ahead.

 

During your day:

And again he went away and prayed,

saying the same words.

And again he came and found them sleeping,

for their eyes were very heavy;

and they did not know what to answer him.

(Mark 14: 39-40)

 

Read any of the Gospel accounts of The Garden:

Mark 14: 32-42; Luke 22: 39-46; Matthew 26: 36-46; John 18: 1-11  

 

Throughout your day:

INHALE: I trust.

EXHALE: You guide.

(repeat as many times as needed)

 

Before you end your day:

A prayer of thanks

is, here, given to You,

for what slumber destroys

Your cradling Hands renew.

 

Lord, help me remember

to always listen well;

Lord, keep me awake 

when gardens need me to dwell.

Amen.​

 

Goodnight; sleep well; know you are blessed.

 

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