It always begins at the end

What awaits me at the gates of the garden of Gethsemane?
she won’t tell if it’s heaven but says it could be hell and
yet I know that both are true,

you
who hide in the shadows of shadows,
the anonymous Judas know it is so.

Not even Sunday and the sermons are mounting
even as they’re counting me out I am counting
you in.

This is the start where the sea parts
where the Angels rebel
and
if this is heaven it is also a hell.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.