After Romans 8:12-23
The chains leave stains
of dirt and rust upon the wrists
and ankles, and a soreness
of the weight carried, a weight
so heavy that it seems to have been
always there, a physical defect,
with its pain, discomfort, a binding
that chafes, has chafed.
In the distance we hear
the sounds of chains breaking,
cracking, the metal fracturing
open, until it reaches these wrists,
these ankles, and splits, dropping
aside. The stains of rust and dirt
remain until washed by the rain,
cooled by the wind rustling the trees,
the groaning displaced by a song.
Photograph by Joshua Hoehne via Unsplash. Used with permission.