Gethsemane

My faith is almost non existant at times. This is the hardest part of being a drug addict; u take and take without giving back. I am sorry I take so much. But I do acknowledge the incredible miracles God has given me. And I really hope I can give back to those who need a little inspiration. Remember to share love.

My heart has traveled distances since
Tears first flourished from it.
I imagine them nesting very silently
Inside the womb of my
Savier and Redeemer tonight
As I am questioning my own thoughts.

How truthful my tears were,
I might never know.
As of right now,
My only level of endurence is of
Those tears that were once shed for me
And my brothers and sisters by
A perfect man.

That simple man,
Whose tears replenish my heart.
What was once a verb now
Possesses reason and
A natural, likeable tone and faith.

My weary eyes have finally awakened
To see the posture of this man
Who is level with hands and heart
Upon the ground.
For one eternal second it looks as though
He bows before you and I,
As though he were not worthy of
His own name.

His tears so truthful and
His heart surpassing nature and wind,
He becomes immortal in my concentration
And perception of love.

Now, as my heart blossoms inside that garden
It is my turn to embrace Him as He
Testifies onto me the wisdom to grow.
For He is my Savior,
My first love,
And I bow before Him
With heart in awe.