Bound in a prison
of my own making
a Christ who's risen
a Christ awakening
once deaf to laughter,
dumb in prayer,
blind to an ever after
already here
a dread of others
healed by the grace of good
remembered brothers
now understood
our mission driven
our goal to be free
the gaoler forgiven
for the gaoler was me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem