Prisoner in the Land of Holocaust
The Prisoner in the Land of Holocaust
An east wind began to blow upon the holocaust of the west. As the one from the north stepped southward to pull a broken soul out from its prison. This prison was a deep pit with smooth sheer walls fashioned by the prisoners very own hands. The light from the one from the north pierced through the darkness of that prison. Like the moon taking on the light of the sun, the prisoner began to take on the light of his liberator.
The prisoner's lack of strength now endowed with a measure of hope and of power. With his strength renewed the prisoner reached up from below, just as the one from the north reached down from above. The hands of both meeting in a place called the middle. With hands clasped together with the strength of a 3 fold cord, the one from the north elevated the prisoner up and then out from the inside of that pit. That prisoner was set down upon the ground once called holocaust, now known as the land of the one whom was set free.
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