In the beginning
There  
were
Words
S    c      a         t                                   t                     e             r     e d
Formless
Over a void
In the deep     
In the present
Words
Form Focus
with
Balance and Boundaries  

The Word created a story to tell to the nation
A story of truth and mercy a story of peace and light          
My Story  
My vision was tunneled with a short radius
Looking down and not up
Missing the stars at night
nor
Experiencing the touch of nature
I was robbed!  
Who is this robber of vision and sensation?
Where are the flames to melt the cell bars?  
Wisdom and gratitude have broken me out of prison!  
The prison;
I believed there was something uniquely wrong with me.
I believed I was mentally ill (I have certified papers)!  
I now know
I am OK
and
The world
is
The one
that
Is crazy!  
The line from a childhood song “He Arose” explains my victory,  
 Death cannot keep his prey—   
Jesus, my Savior!
He tore the bars away—   
Jesus my Lord!