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And yet, despite all the shit

and everyday scum,

I believe in miracles.

By Christ Jesus,

I overcome!





So, I watched Touched By An Angel

(It’s funny the things they let/make you watch on the communal TV in this prison…)

And I’m touched with how, apparently,

God sends His Angels to people who don’t believe in Him.

Actually, that kinda sucks, I think

(Like, where’s my Angel, I believe and I totally need…),

Indeed, as I say my prayers,

I think it all very unfair…

And, I consider, that if you don’t believe in God,

then He shouldn’t believe in you.

I try and convey that as best I can to one of the guards,

he laughs, mocks, pushes me down.

Why, I reflect, would I even try?


I give up.

I acquiesce.

Solitary confinement, I exhale.

And… nothing.

… Nothing.


Silence is bliss.

Perhaps that is my Angel,

after all, maybe I have one:

her name is





He asked me if I remembered the halcyon days of childhood,

where things were hard but simple.

Joy and knowledge gained through such pursuits as learning the Paschal Greeting in as many different languages as possible.

Writing it down,

it took time,

and effort,

a job well worth while,

True Spiritual outreach…

mostly now forgotten.

“Do you remember?” he asked, once again.

“Yes,” I replied.

Christ is risen!

Indeed, He is risen!




Privet, Pripyat.

Tainted Earth,

long before ’86

Adam and Eva fell

(vice versus versa,

we’re in this together).


we all fall,

human beings disgrace,

yesterday, today, infinity,


no hope,

but perchance







He told me it was Easter and showed me his work,

grinning, expecting praise.

Repulsed, I exclaimed: “It’s disgusting!”

He slapped my face,

blood and spit, sharp taste.

Intelligent discussion,

aspects of humor,

expressions of engagement,


(we are thinking animals, God blessed with cognisance and free will).

Blasphemy, however, deliberate offence…

line drawn.

Only God truly forgives

and you denigrate the Perfect Sacrifice at your peril.




And suddenly,

I let out an involuntary scream,

as a torrent of freezing water fell from above,

drenching me through.

Blinking, I wiped sodden strands of hair from my eyes

and looked up.

“Happy Epiphany!” the Priest said with a smile, drumming his fingers on an upturned bucket.

“It was the best I could do.”




The secular state decided to grant me a wish.

Maybe they’d read my mind,

perhaps they were toying with me,

conceivably execution was imminent,

in any case, they sent a Priest to my cell.

The guard told me he was ROC.

…Well, of sorts, you could say…

The Priest talked and handed me a Gideons’ Bible,


the only thing he said that I could understand was:

“Times are tough for the intelligentsia.”

He winked.

The rest of the time he spoke in what I think was either Latin or Romanian.

He held my hand,

a warmth passed through.

He nodded and left.

I caressed the book.




Open Kiska.

Open Minds.





Believing possible.

Bearing Fruit.


Golden Apples of Hesperides.

Have Faith.




In celebration, he pointed to the sky.

I wondered whether he was a man of faith,

or just another asshole guy.




Today, tomorrow, yesterday,

totally non-linear,

open your heart and you will see,

it’s Christmas

every day.

Hope is born,

Grace dawns,


in faith,

in fact.

Let us contemplate…

Let us consider…




the celestial view.


as Earth orbits the Sun,

Pray, the Son will rise in you.