My Refuge is in the Crucified One

A poem drawn from the writing of Sôren Kierkegaard.

Agony in the Garden, El Greco, circa 1590

This poem is another meditation I wrote a year or so ago, but it has been revised. Please leave me comments.

My Refuge is in the Crucified One

Dark, adrift, alone, awash 
in sorrow, knowing this—
how left alone I will betray you. 
Since the garden 
such has been my sentence.
Keep before my eyes the truth
that safety lies in you. 
Let me not forget!

Like Peter in another garden,
seeking safety I deny and lie
to hide my shame. Blotting out 
my promises of faith, instead 
for fear I spurn my friend, 
protesting much but failing ever,
I weep bitterly.

My fate is to fall. I cannot heal myself. 
What hope in flesh that bears 
the mark of Adam's sin, 
a scar upon my soul. 
O wretched one, turn your eyes to him, 
you'll find his gaze sees all 
with eyes of love. Though knowing 
of my treachery, still he bore the cross!
 
Stretched out, staked, 
raked, wracked for my sins,
Knowing in my poisoned state
I could not find the narrow gate, 
He opened wide the door to life 
and drew me in. The door 
where healing lies 
leads to His heart. 

You are the remedy,  
your cross the cure 
that grants me grace,
your heart a healing garden,
your tomb the womb 
that gives us birth, 
new made for life in You.