I saw before me a prison cell
with names of faithful souls
crudely carved in the wall
And a voice said to me
“Go put your name
alongside the ancient saints”
I hesitated
for my fear was great
and my worth too small
but love compelled me go
“Without the capture of your life”
said the voice of grace
“others will never be free
They will live in isolation
walled in by shame and guilt
and deceptive pleasures”
And so then
with trembling hands
I wrote my name
as the prison door closed
and I was freer
than I had ever been