After Philippians 1:18-26
It seems ridiculous
to sit here, chains
adorning my wrists
and ankles, and speak
of choosing a path.
Choices become few
and narrowed in a cell.
I wait for resolution,
which might or might not
come. But as I wait,
I know that if I do
nothing more than sit
and write letters, then
the work continues,
in spheres above and
spheres below. It does
seem ridiculous and
foolish to a man, but
eternal things usually
do.
Photograph by Ye Jinghan via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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