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& i always felt the simple feel of silk, it reminded me of the days in the past. the days when your only care was how long you could play outside. How hard the sun would beat down on you, or how cold it was. would I skin my knee today? would I run faster than I ever have? will the hills be green today?

& the days went by quick, they flew like a flock to their winter summer solace. then to cycle back again in a loop of events. different members, with the same results. it seemed like a prison, seems like an eternity from when i was innocent. when i was blameless.

& then i despaired, "i am trapped in a prison of timepieces and alarm clocks blaring!" "i want out, i would like to be a butterfly please, or a sly fox, or how about even an innocent husky?" days would go by my prison would get more and more fortified. the prison bars became razor blades, the alarm clocks became venomous creeping corner dwellers. the floor of my cell became flesh from which was my foundation. my one window began to shrink, narrow and slim. this was life?

& then....& now....my foolishness was and is the cell. the floor and foundation was my dependance on flesh. the creeping venom was the projected pain that was never needed. self loathing that was as necassary as a round peg in a square hole. the prison bars were always the contemplation that you could visit but not want to touch.

& now I realize how you were there the whole time, teaching me through my own cell. you taught through example. you give hope from within my own confines. you lit the world, now you hold salvation. you died so everyone could live. a superhero above all, the king of kings.

& now the cell floors are gold, the prison bars are written pillars of verses and wisdom. the creeping pain is only the brightest beacon that reminds me of forgiveness. my whole cell is a window now. my view is of a lovely kind. knowing that hope is restored. the redemption is beautiful, and sacrifice is fulfilled.

& its you. & praise.