‘Within Arm’s Reach of the Belly of the Beast’

Can’t Incarcerate Faith: a poem

Wrongfully locked up in a place so DARK most listen to the devil speak, still I fear NONE except the one who sacrificed his only son for me. Family, friends even lovers are easily disguised in those streets outside and without a sober mind it’s hard to truthfully see sometimes…UNTIL those cells doors close and you’re within arms reach of the belly of the beast, where time stands still, as you detox from life’s ills. Mentally and physically awaken renewed to a revealed truth, as blunt and hurtful as it may be, the only one I can rely on…the man I speak of is merciful and almighty, keeping satan in line, he has even given me a sense of freedom and peace of mind as well as an unbreakable faith while I am unjustly confined, temporarily, because they can’t hold us forever. When he is working miracles in the midst NEVER say never.

“My son you will be home hugged up with your kids” not just I, you, too, keep me in your prayers and vice versa, soon you will see. Through good times and bad times you can honestly and faithfully depend on GOD.

Peace and Love,

Maryland

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