a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

An Open Cell Door

The law was heavy chains upon our shoulders
Much too heavy to carry
As we walked, it crushed our bones
Drug us to the ground
Rendered us guilty
We were shown to our cells
By ourselves
Prison guards of impossible commands tapped their clubs
But then the Second Adam came
Inmates scattering, running free
But some remained behind
Comfortable in their 8X10
Resigned to the heavy chains
And some still remain
But the cell door is open
And He is the door

Head and Heart

Rag Doll