POEM: “Where
We First Start”
By: Eric Gajewski
“Did
I not see thee in the garden with him?" John 18:26
Please enjoy my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul
Intro:
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In
the Garden with pounding burdened heart
Sweaty
Blood Unseen from untold anxiety, I remain hidden
Agony
Written in Red, a sea of Blood measured from the start
Nowhere
to run, for no sin from His heart could hide
Transforming
Love, which would weigh down on mans pride
Would
Ye stay for the whole hour?
O’
eyes who still claim in this night to see
Slumber
Not! For this path ends with screams
Harken
to heareth Him speak!
My
God! My God! Why hast thou forsaken Me?
For
His heart reached down into hell’s lowest cell
Wherest
despair met Love’s lips with Words of new beginning
For
we must likewise flee through thee Egypt of self-seeking
And
pass through this Red Sea of Regeneration
To
do all for His Pleasing! O’ ye eagles give God the Glory!
Redemption
canst still be had
For
this evil generation and godless society
And
it is through Our Lady
That
we become counted amongst the Ever Living
Yea,
Selfless Love wilst strengthen thee!
It
alone can endure the stormy night and all your frailty
You,
O’ God Whose Living Breath
Still
snatches thy furthest souls away from the devil freely
Self-serving
man! Thy arms are too short
Now
it is time for repentance and to fall into the Arms of our Offering
Now
is the time with nerves on edge, fears in abundance and anxiety roaring
To
be a young eaglet hatching…
For
long is the road of tribulation up ahead
Before
you will begin to see your wings flapping
But
Faith and Hope will grow…
For
God’s Way into His Heart is not ordinary
And
Love’s Path still remains narrow
And
happy are His eagles who take the skies soaring!
Yea,
off of Calvary’s Cliff, suffering!
Be
ye encouraged and do not dismay
For
what nature alone could not endure, Love hast
For
Love’s Hand in an instant changeth the night into day
Gather
around, O Mary! Paradise’s Tree
It
is here where His true elect feed
It
is here where His chosen have decided to live by Charity
O’
ye lukewarm? O’ ye doubtful? Do ye still
not believe?
The
eagles are coming unto a world
Which
through the dark night still canst not see
Yea,
we must pass from the wilderness
Wandering
in our own appointed time of self-forgetfulness
For
if we are to arrive at the Promised Land
We
must be guided alone by His own Hand
It
is here in the Garden we lose all control
We
forget our past and let His Holy Hand mold our soul
Where
the heaviness of the Cross wast seen
Wherest
the yoke of His Heart broke
So
that now we could enter with forgiveness’s ease
Pass
now through this Abyss of Fire, counting all as but loss
Embrace
these unseen mystical fiery darts
For
it is in hope we end in heaven
But
in faith we must first enter the Garden wherest His Passion start
