The Sentinel

It guards every move,

Like the  iron sentinel,

Fixed in sheer force.

Frustration fuels fear,

Hot tears sear determination,

Freedom inspired by purpose.

Liberation moves spirit

To step outside the

Link of suppression.

The hold weakens,

I break loose reaching

for an open world.

Release is temporary,

It enslaves, once again,

In chains, my  able will.

The shackled wieght,

Binds the body to it’s burden

Escape is futile.

Links of love rouse heart’s release.

Bonds of blessings break point of pain.

I am free.

Post Script:  This was written close to 10 years ago with lower back disk issues and pain.  Here I am again, struggling with bondage issues.  What an amazing journey, in our Lord.

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