Could you imagine being fully God
and fully man, asking your friends
to stay a while with you,
to keep watch with you,
even though you knew
they would fail, and even though
you knew you would have to walk alone
the path that was laid out before you?
A death sentence
that would unleash
freedom in its wake.
Spinner of stars,
watcher in the dark,
you wondered if your father
could not have found another way.
But his way was you, beloved son,
diving into the heart of death
to break its power from within.
The one who flipped the switch
from dark to light.
Underpinner,
the one in whom
all of this hangs together,
the rhythms and reasons of this planet,
the migrations and moons,
all the tides of time,
and all the souls
who come and go.
But still your friends
couldn’t keep watch with you,
they let you down,
king of the universe,
trembling in the garden.