The feeling of your heart
beating in mine
stuttering to find a way
to breathe this time
away from walls
and bars
and chains
rising up in the path
of my veins
able now
to see the sunrise
so high up from the dead, dirty ground
to the heights of blue-white and puffy clouds
so bright,
so right,
all light
channel through me to live now
what could not be lived before
use my limbs
my eyes
my ears
drink in the air of today
and heal yesteryear’s pain…
…can you hear me?
…can you feel my prayer
asking you to stay?
father
beggar
pilgrim
teacher
slave
prisoner
friend