Half Life Sentence Poem by Mary Champion

GNOSTIC

Her fleshly prison crumbles around her,
but still holds -
holds her fast.
The walls still contain her,
restrict her,
stifle her soul.

Outside is blackness -
impenetrable darkness
immersed in a sea of ignorance.
How far ahead lies the final sunset
that will set her free?

The future is laid out before her -
written in the prison walls,
but she cannot see it clearly.
She needs the illumination
that will accompany the Son-rise
to read and know as she is known.