immobility

Am I so trained by shackles
that even when they fall from me
I remain spread-eagled on the wall,
enamored by lines of shadow
between fibers of rotted rope
and the glint of the Light of Life
on broken chains?
How long will I linger
in this clutter, this rubble,
gazing at ruins, wondering,
"Might I miss some wretched crumb,
be it left behind?"  Oh, far behind!
Cursed pile of rusted
grace-shattered links,
you do not confine me;
my hesitant thoughts alone
accomplish that!
Explode in me, O Spirit, O Joy!
Lift me from this heap
on wings like eagles!
Set me once again
to walking
and leaping
and praising God!