It is such a beautiful day
so
why
don’t
I
feel
beautiful?
Look out
the
window
it
is
quite
inviting
This is not
a
prison
I
whisper
out loud
I could
leave
but
I
bring
myself
along
I have a duffle
bag
of mistakes
shortcomings
and
general
malaise
doctor
Maybe
if I shake
like
a
wet dog
that
will
get rid
of
it
Maybe if
I
do
jumping jacks
Maybe if
I
beseech
Thee
But I still feel
unwell
and
remain
entirely
forlorn
There is
for some
of
us
a reckoning
How
can it
be
that
I
wear no
prison
duds
How can it
be
that
there
has
been
no sentence
imposed
Yet
I
am
as
if
behind
bars
A bird
a little bird
nearby
head
bobbing
catches my attention
turns
to
me:
“Those who do not
belong
who meander
aimlessly
who
are
soulless
are destined
to be
just
like
you,
a boat
completely adrift
without
supplies
and
listing!”
The bird flies off
“Breakfast is ready!”
I have
forgotten
that
I live
with
others
Forgotten
that I
am surrounded
by
loved ones
As I walk
down the
stairs
she says
(rather cheerfully)
“Good morning!”
“Haunted
are we?”
someone
remarks
at the table
Finally
then
I will write
about it
and
that
will
unlock
this
this
this
shroud
And so
I write feverishly
until noon
and
amazingly
find
myself
joyful
ready
to go outside
ready
to
enjoy
It’s a beautiful day!
I put the written
words
into
a
bottle
go down to the sea
and
place it
so
that
the waves
will take it
with them
I wrote
of the heart
of reaching for
heaven
of dancing at sunset
I wrote
of
warmth
and comfort
of
gentility
and
actual
real
grace
I
wonder
if anyone
will
ever
receive
it
open it
and
know
Him
