He paces for days around his cell impatiently.
“I have so much to do! So many places to be!”
He pines for weeks at the sound of rolling waves.
“I’m wasting time whilst there’s so many to save”
He prays for months, passionately and contrite.
“Who am I to help here? To whom should I write?”
His peace engulfs the years, a joyful rested mind,
“Thank you Lord! I really needed this special time”
Inspired by Acts 24:27
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 