by Connie Faust
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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False accusations led to imprisonment for this young husband and father. It was a far cry from the Christian home he reluctantly left behind, and he had to wonder where God fit into his lonely, painful circumstances.
C E L L M A T E S
A ragged misfit stood before me.....he was a repulsive sight.
The stench around his body wafted to me in the night.
His beard, unkempt and dirty, added to his filthiness.
Although I tried to talk with him, his words were meaningless.
Like the madman of the Gerasenes* he often wore no clothes;
It never seemed to bother him...it was as though he didn't know.
My hopes of building kinship were crushed right from the start;
This man was in his own world, and I would not have a part.
For months, we shared a tiny cell -- just Bo and God and I;
I questioned why God put me there as endless days dragged by.
I longed to get away from Bo, but was powerless to leave;
I hoped and prayed that God would hear, and bring my soul relief.
But the longer we were together, the more I realized
God gave His Son to save this man; he had value in God's eyes.
The worth of man is priceless; for Bo, Christ was willing to die.
His redeeming blood was shed to save sinners, such as I.
I was lost till I met Christ, no closer to God than this man;
I tried to be "good enough" until God showed me no one can.
Rich man, poor man, preacher, bum -- all are lost without the Lord.
All must come to God by trusting Christ, as written in God's Word.
There was much more for me to learn from the man God chose to lend:
Bo was beyond relationship, but I could treat him as a friend.
Jesus said, "the least of these" are the ones we should serve in love;
Giving respect and honor to Bo was like giving to God above.
Humiliation was my companion as I struggled in that barren place.
Men were degraded, cruelty reigned; I would have despaired, but for God's grace.
Yet, my cellmate's state of dementia was a blessing in disguise;
Lonely hours spent with Jesus made Him more precious in my eyes.
Talking with God and reading His Word occupied the empty hours;
Like Christ when He was forsaken, I called upon God's power.
He drew me close and whispered in the darkness of the night;
Softly He reminded me: "When all is dark, I AM the Light,"
Jesus, the Light of the world, the One who lights every soul --
If anyone receives Him, Jesus forgives him and makes him whole.
As for me, I weathered this storm with God's arms holding me fast;
My constant Companion, my Savior and Friend, kept me safe till the storm clouds were passed.
If I descend into hell, He is there.....He has surrounded me behind and before.....
*The madman of the Gerasenes, (also called Gadarenes)-
The story of the demon-possessed man of the Gerasenes is posted on my blog--3/28/2012
See also my poem, "Accusations"
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Great work...the worth of a man is judged by the Creators eyes as equal as anyone is|
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
This is definitely among your best poems, hard as it would be to pick the best. I love peoms that tell stories and this one was excellent!!
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Having been in this position myself, I can definitely relate to this. The system is not perfect; not by a long shot.
Well written, Connie.
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Hi Connie, The fact that this man is still being written about could be the reason he was put in that position. He could be a beacon of light for the fasely accused. Was not Jesus falsely accused? If I was ever placed in a cell in His memory - I would be honored and it would be worth it.
Peace be with you,
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|THERE IS NO FABRICATION IN THIS ACCOUNT...IT HAPPENS, OFTEN. INSTEAD OF THE SYSTEM INTERVENING WITH SOME SORT OF REHABILITATIVE COUNSELING AND THERAPY, THE INMATE FINDS THEMSELVES STRUGGLING TO KEEP THEIR OWN SANITY WHILE ENCLOSED IN A 'CONCRETE' JUNGLE OF DEPRESSION AND DESPONDENCY. AND OF COURSE, THIS YOUNG MAN'S BURDEN WAS EVEN GREATER BECAUSE HE WAS INNOCENT. THANK GOD HE HAD A 'FOUNDATION' COMING FROM A CHRISTIAN ENVIRONMENT. HE HAD WHAT SO MANY INMATES LACK AND NEED. FOR IT IS ONLY BY COMING TO AN 'UNDERSTANDING' THAT GOD IS IN EVERYTHING AND THAT EVERYTHING DOES HAPPEN FOR A REASON...THAT THEY ARE ABLE TO KEEP HOPE ALIVE, WHICH IS THE ONLY THING THAT SUSTAINS THEM. WELL DONE, CONNIE AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|i can relate,yes...only God and his mercy and grace takes me thru from day to day. thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|i have to admire your creativity ....|