Acts 12

My dear friend James is dead,

Since Herod's sword took him away.

And I am next, they've said;

In prison only one more day.



I lie on rocky ground

While Drifting in and out of dreams

One dream which I have found

Is more realistic then it seems:



A visitor appears;

Touches my wrists, for what its worth.

And yet, despite my fears,

My chains have fallen to the earth



He leads me past the guard

I now know this is not the end:

My future may be hard

But yet, I still have sheep to tend.

Almost There

A Wall exists, I know not why.

It seems to reach up to the sky.

Beyond it, I can hear the place,

Where my destiny will lie.

I've walked miles to reach this space.

The Journey hard: a grueling pace.

Yet now unless I learn to fly,

The truth, it seems, I now must face:

A wall of stone, I can not burn

My home is gone, I can't return

And wings? Well, I must think again

Some skills we can never learn

I'll walk around it if I can.

Go left? Go right? I'll Choose and then

If I am wrong when I discern.

Like Sisyphus, I'll Start again.