TITLE: Prison Bars 1/25/2018 By Michelle Gretz 01/25/18 |
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PRISON BARS
The unseen prison was ever with me.
It was there even as a small child.
Its unmovable bars encaged and enraged.
I cried painfully, but they heard me not.
Clenching my fists, moved them not.
Exhausted I slept.
Another day, another year passed by.
Where I went, it went also. As I aged, it aged.
This cage could not be outrun nor outgrown.
People saw my misery but had not the key.
They did not recognize its unseen source.
Monotony.
The cold bars of repetition multiplied.
I saw them everywhere in every life.
Fellow prisoners seemed to shut down.
Eye light dimmed; smiles faded.
Daily words became eerily rote.
Such emptiness.
In desperation, I prayed to God.
Why didn’t I think to do this before?
He didn’t remove the repetitiveness of life,
Instead, he changed my viewpoint.
He showed me its beauty and purpose.
Now I am free.
Life’s repetitions are tools in God’s hand.
Through them, he grows faithfulness.
He feels love expressed day in and day out.
He sees the weak become strong.
The very things I so long to be are there;
Alongside those very cold, unmovable bars.
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