Garden of Gethsemane

Garden of Gethsemane 

In golden youth when seems the earth a summer land of singing mirth.

With joyous steps we go our ways, love lends a halo to our days. Light sorrows 

sail like clouds afar, we laugh and say how strong we are. 

We do not know it but there lies veiled somewhere beneath the evening sky, 

is a garden that we all must see. We hurry on and hurrying go closer to the

 borderlands of woe, that waits for you and waits for me, 

forever waits Gethsemane. 

Down shadowy lanes across strange streams, bridged over by out broken dreams.

Behind the misty cap of years, beyond the great salt font of tears. The garden lies

Strive as you may you can not miss it in your way, for all paths that have been

or shall be pass somewhere through Gethsemane.

All those who journey soon or late, must sometime pas through the gardens gate.

Must kneel alone in darkness there and battle with some dark despair,

 God pity those who can not say not mine, but thine.

 And only pray let this cup pass, and can not see the purpose of  Gethsemane.