the cross, planted; the garden, in darkness

My soul rises and falls
Rises to God and fails to grasp hold
And so falls

I remember the hard things as I pour out my soul within me
Of oneness and aloneness and singularity

In times past I blinked in the sun’s bright light
Then, the sun was high in the sky
Then, the sun illuminated all it touched

What do I say to my soul in despair?
Time is slipping through my fingers so please
Stand upright

I remember the cross, planted
I remember the garden, in darkness

I close my eyes
I begin to whisper
And a wave breaks over me

The Lord says, "It is enough now, enough"

I say, “My falling is circled within your dying.
Why is it so clear to me?
My vision increases, as my strength diminishes …”

Yes, I know there is a foe
For he is robbing me

What do I say to my soul in despair?
Time is slipping through my fingers so please
Stand upright