While I sit in the prison that I put myself in,
While I endure the consequences of my sin,
Folding underwear represents where we met,
In the most humbling of places,
In a matter of unforeseeable circumstances,
But even there you have brought in life,
Given me an ounce of joy,
Given me an ounce of warmth,
And somehow as my sentence completes,
I walk away knowing that you have guarded me
I walk away knowing of true grace and love
...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright December 2015
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