He lives through particles of frozen moments,
in stolen fragments of hope,
whispers of freedom come closer.
Strives against captivity, rises above negative forces,
aborts prejudices that question his motives,
wants his merits to stand alone.
Alone….
A word that used to perpetuate fear,
callous his softened heart, softly speaks,
but loudly received into his thoughts.
Speaks faith among those whose faith can’t handle it,
despised for being positive,
he lies in the thickets of unkempt fields,
knowing it isn’t permanent.
Feels the pressure beat upon his structure,
but doesn’t break,
seen a couple storms in his day;
a few deaths that struck him,
some adversity that threatened to leave him in a rut,
but became better anyway.
Purposed for greater, bread crumb visions cleaved to,
received into his spirit,
its truth confirmed repeatedly in mouths of those
which once didn’t believe….
Friendships from those who began as enemies
scraping dust upon his shell,
no condemnations now,
just brains processing new memories.
An army forms into a fortress of faith
thawing the frozen moments,
hope grows from the soil,
good seed reaps a harvest a hundredfold….
Children play in the gardens,
no thoughts of the unkempt fields they once were,
a place where no one goes to prison.
