The Garden

Christ, that Garden, like my beloved Pinchot,
Judas knew you took refuge there.
And the place you enjoyed and loved,
A place of joy, and of peace, you prayed
And He came and took you away
To Pilate, where in the most sober
Words, and salient tongue,
Pilate asked you if you were King,
And you told Him your kingdom
Was not of this world, but the next.
I await to go to that world too,
Oh LORD Made Flesh...
God's Eternal Word,
The Sabbath of my heart...
You are Begotten not made
And Your Word is the Father's
And Your Flesh is the embodiment
Of the Father's Word,
Since you were pierced, 
And then raised to eternal glory and fame.