Here’s a poem titled “When Darkness Reigns”:
Here’s a poem titled “When Darkness Reigns: Gethsemane”:
In the garden, where shadows grew,
The weight of sorrow pressed Him through.
Beneath the olive trees’ embrace,
The Savior knelt, a tear-streaked face.
When darkness reigned and silence fell,
The air was thick, a heavy spell.
The night betrayed by whispered breeze,
As Jesus prayed on bended knees.
“Father, if it be Thy will,
Let this cup pass, yet I am still.
Not My desire, but Yours be done,”
He spoke, the burden’s Holy One.
The moon stood witness, pale and cold,
As anguish poured, a grief untold.
His sweat like blood fell to the ground,
While heaven’s weight His heart had bound.
The friends He asked to watch and pray
Were lost in slumber, night held sway.
Alone He bore the crushing strain,
The Son of God, embracing pain.
When darkness reigned, His heart prevailed,
Though legions stood at His avail.
He chose the path, the thorn-strewn way,
To light the world, to heal, to stay.
A kiss would seal His destined hour,
Betrayed, yet filled with holy power.
When darkness reigned, His love remained,
Through every lash, through every pain.
And in the garden, hope was sown,
Through sacrifice, His grace was shown.
For when the night seemed most supreme,
God’s plan shone brighter, Love redeemed.
When darkness reigns and shadows creep,
When silence stirs, and echoes weep,
A heavy stillness wraps the air,
A world of burden, cold despair.
The stars retreat, the moon turns pale,
The winds release a mournful wail.
The earth seems lost, the hope grows thin,
As fear and doubt rise deep within.
Yet even here, where light has fled,
A whisper stirs, though faintly said:
“Do not despair, do not let go,
For even darkness has its glow.”
Beneath the veil, a spark takes form,
A quiet flame defies the storm.
It flickers first, then grows to blaze,
Piercing through the shadow’s haze.
For though the night may grip the land,
Its reign is brief, it cannot stand.
The dawn will come, the sun will rise,
And chase the shadows from the skies.
When darkness reigns, remember this:
It cannot quench eternal bliss.
For in the depths of night’s domain,
The seeds of morning still remain.
Hold fast to hope, though dim it seems,
And trust the Giver of all dreams.
For every shadow bends and wanes,
When love and light dissolve the chains.