Diary
Gathered around the fire,
they sit to pray.
they have only
a loaf of bread to share
gathered around the fire
our prisoners long to fight
for their freedom
to see the world they have never seen
we have never seen it
will we, ever?
They sing hymns and clap their hands
to the rhythm of their hearts
the peace they feel,
compared to our earthly quiet,
is sustained by their faith
but held captive by the boundaries
of their wealth
behind the prison bars seeking salvation.
Gathered around the fire,
the sun comes up
revealing the clouds hovering above them
as we are awakened by the fire from our sleep
even the day doesn’t know
what it will bring to us
but they are still sitting
gathered around the fire
the wind blows ,
the rain falls,
the sun shines for them to see
but they still sit gathered around the unquenchable fire
singing hymns in persistent prayerful spirits
and we watch them
some will join them
some won’t
and they will always be
seated, gathered around the fire
until the light that came before it
comes to take them home
for we believe in sin
and they believe in redemption.
I believe in redemption
but am I saved?
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