Gethsemane’s Rose

Gethsemane’s Rose

by Paul McCann

Once I was the deepest kind of red  that you’ve ever seen

in a garden so green but you left me out in the cold for too many years

how time disappears for a dying old rose left alone and exposed .

Did you never think I need water to drink

or where your eyes closed to the deep red rose

in the heat of the day how time passes away

and each season goes for a dying rose that nobody knows .

All the gardeners that I’ never had

they might feel sad that a fragrance has gone

from somewhere on the lawn in a space where I grew

and nobody knew where the sunshine would hide

all day there at my side .

In the dark of night ,

when the moons out of sight

there’s a silence that grows like an invisible rose

that no one’s ever seen in a garden so green

where the fragrance is sweet

and time stands still  for the rose at his feet ,

that grew when he cried .. I’m Gethsemane’s rose.