Friday, May 21, 2021

In a cell, daily

After Ephesians 1:15-23

What is it to sit in a cell,
day after day, waiting
for some movement,
some progress, some
anything on your case,
but hearing only 
the silence of the night,
the scurrying of the rats,
the groaning and nearby
whimpering, punctuated
only by occasional 
shouts of guards and
slamming of doors?
It is endless waiting,
an existence of gray, 
until news is heard,
news from a thousand
miles away, news that
serves to remind that
a work once done
bears fruit and returns
as many more works
still being done, that
a visit years ago has
left growth and
flourishing behind it,
tangible expressions
of faith and love,
and you’re sitting
in that cell, desolation
crowding your soul,
and you hear of that
good thing, that life,
and you know that
your life is not in vain,
that this waiting, too, 
has its purpose and is
itself another good work.

Photograph by Michael Jasmund via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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