Christ in the Garden


Midnight Garden

Christ in the Garden

Be with me.
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
Be with me,
and take my hand.
Here in the garden,
we will walk together
hand in hand.
Be with me
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane
I only ask
you open eyes
and do not sleep.
There’s no need to speak,
only a simple willingness
of feet,
and in your heart,
I will give you rest.

Be with me
Be with me
In a silent midnight prayer
in the stillness
of the midnight air,
as moonlight
illuminates our lines
in this silent Garden
for all time.
And we will not forsake
each others In this life ,
till just before the early morning breaks.

In the Garden
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,
with all eternal love .

Be with me,
Be with me,
In the Garden of Gethsemane
and we will travel,
back to hanging gardens
Of the East,
And forth to courtyard gardens
of the West,
And to that wonderous garden
held in by walls of cedar plank,
where we will finally
Be free,
And Be at peace,
to wrap robes
round fragrant trees.
Here passion
will be buried deep
And there will be
only you and I
in purest love
The love most pure and sweet.

Be with me,
Be with me,
and we will see
from mountain slopes,
and water olive trees,
with crimson sweat

and bitter tear,

resting on a sacrificial altar stone.
Be with me,
Be with me,
In the garden
if you can,
for this night only
I am here, and
All alone this darkest night Man.

Be  with me
and contemplate, 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.

From “Dreams for a Saturday Morning” by PWChaltas





I come alone
to the quiet garden
to abide
it is
alone that
rise .
You hide your face
from profligate
sons and daughters ,
but don’t withhold
your love
from those
who practice politics
of affection
or division,
and even more so ,
from those
who do not.
Let the
of your song
be in the streets
for those
who are
far away
from home .

Pictured above garden of Prince and Princess Abkhazi located in Victoria, British Columbia, They began creating their garden in 1946.