A Poem For The Prisoner



The post today is dedicated to all of you who have someone who won't be spending Thanksgiving with you this year because of imprisonment of one sort or the other.

The day I wrote this poem, my heart was hurting for an acquaintance who had gone to prison. I had just driven over the top of a hill and the steeple of a beautiful white church was draped against a blazing autumn sky. The steeple pointed my mind straight to the God of the Universe who cares about my every thought. These are the words that came to me. I realized later that this poem could just as well describe the person who is locked in spiritual, mental, emotional, addictive situtations, or as one reader pointed out in a comment on the original post, even in their own neighborhoods.


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As I topped the rise this late Autumn morn,

I saw a sight—my heart stood still

For there in majesty rose on that hill

A church, a steeple, a life reborn.


How does a person walking free

Express in words the colors seen

The blazing reds and fading green

To a person behind bars who cannot see?


I want my eyes to see for all,

My heart to express in words the artistry,

The myriad hues of God’s tapestry,

To see for those who saw before their fall.


I want my heart to feel for those

Who barbed-wire now a prisoner makes

I want to comfort for Jesus' sake,

The broken-hearted one who feels enclosed.


Please know that if for just one day

I would give my eyes for you to see

I’d give my liberty for you to be

Among society—walking free!


The sights you’d see, they would astound,

And you in words could portray to me

In vivid scenes that I could never see

Just how beautiful your life—now found!

Loving you,

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2010-the Year of Longing
I long to walk in total freedom and liberty and for all my brothers and sisters to do the same.

A revision of a former post.