IN THE SHADOWS.
"Father! Take this cup of suffering away from me…yet not my will but yours'" – Mark 14:36
"Pray," I tell them, "Keep watch."
I do not tell them that I want to be alone
That I do not want to be with them, or rather,
That they should not be with me.
My shadow, His shadow…what is the difference?
It is still safe, a place for me to hide…
God I am, God I will still be,
Whether I take this chalice or not.
The shadows that I see seem eager to help
They fall upon my lips like a sponge filled with drink,
The shadow of the chalice looms beyond naked eyes,
Pregnant with my love for a world that cares not.
The shadows that I see hide my tears, hide my pain,
I could stay here – my Eden, my paradise,
I want them to cut through half my agony,
And then I do not.
It is time.
When I rise to call them,
They are asleep.