As a prison chaplain, I began to see how I was in prison too…
FREE AS A BIRD
Written as I waited for a prison door to open today so I could visit the inmates as their chaplain.
Later in the cellblock, tiny birds flew back and forth in the rafters, while below them two young inmates
and I sat across a metal table and talked. I asked if I could read them the poem I had written earlier.
“On the street you can be free as a lark,
but chained in the prison of your heart.
You can be chained in a dungeon dark,
but free as a bird in your heart.”
One of the imates nodded.