His tied down ankles
Enormous rocks like staples
Under the unmoving weight
He never journaled hate
Brought here by pure compassion
Trapped with the guilt of his action
And he had but God
And his family had but God
Fill me with peace, Lord
May my conditions not deny my love for You
There must have been some big apology
There must have been some big apology
Maybe I failed God, he wrote
No divine help in the cold
His leg fell numb
Welcomed Lord, then succumbed
So lonely, More than I imagined
I am ready to die though I miss my family
Love, Dad