Confinement Christmas

Christmas in prison is here once again, locked far away from family and friend.

In a small yellow cell with bars of grey, no heavens to keep track of the night or day.

A cement floor, rack, and a toilet with sink, running the water if I care for a drink.

A cot with a blanket and silence at times, at other times noisy Blacks rapping their rhymes.

But most of all I’m alone in this place, down deep in the dungeon not a smile on my face.

I think of Christmas in the free world now, bright cheerful faces, kids smiling with wow.

The smell of the tree presents on the fine rug, the warmth of a kiss, the love of a hug.

The friendship of friends and the hope of a new year, alone in the dark I can see it all clear.

But in my thoughts drifting alone in this place, I can see a little baby, a smile on his face.

Surrounded by a mother and father so dear, with three wise men who had nothing to fear.

The light of the world, the hope of mankind, the true gift of Christmas reappeared in my mind.

I wasn’t alone not one second or hour, for the presence of Jesus is my strength and my power.