From Darkness to Dawn
"Could you not watch one hour with me?" The dawn, Jesus knew, which for others would banish the darkness with light and birdsong, for him would only serve to mock the agony which lay ahead. But now it was still dark and his soul cried out for the touch of another's hand on his, the voice of another to break the silence with rough male warmth. But his companions slept. Jesus waited alone.
There is a world of difference between those who are sleeping peacefully and those whose eyes are dry with wakefulness, whose hearts are too leaden, too burdened, to find rest. Jesus walked on that lonely shore on the edge of the world where there is no sleeping. His sad, quiet words to his disciples reach down through the ages to touch our hearts with a shared humanity: "Could you not watch one hour with me?"
We turn to the east and long for a bright dawn, but the darkness engulfs us. Our cries are lost in the darkness that seems to deny the dawn; the darkness that seems to deny our longing for the light to break over our heavy hearts and connect us once more to hope.
A voice reaches us from the seventeenth century, the voice of the religious poet, George Herbert, who articulates the lonely cry of the soul lost in darkness in his poem, "Deniall":
When my devotions could not pierce
Thy silent eares;
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse
My breast was full of fears
My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow,
Did flie asunder;
Each took his way; some would to pleasures go,
Some to warres and thunder
As good go anywhere, they say,
As to benumme
Both knees and heart, in crying night and day,
Come, come, my God, O come,
But no hearing.
O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue
To crie to thee,
And then not hear it crying! All day long
My heart was in my knee,
But no hearing.
Therefore my soul lay out of sight
My feeble spirit, unable to look right,
Like a nipt blossome, hung
O cheer and tune my heartlesse breast,
Deferre no time;
That so thy favours granting my request,
They and my mind may chime,
And mend my ryme.
In the beautiful prayer that constitutes the final verse of his poem, Herbert bears witness to the dawn. Harmony has been restored. Herbert receives the gift of the dawn and is restored to himself. He can feel again the quiet breath of God on his face and he knows that he has never been abandoned. God has never once lost sight of him; it is he who lost sight of God.
And the darkness is befriended
And we welcome the dawn.
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