crawling in the mud, sticking to your fingers, caking your face. you belly down and ease so slowly, silently toward the goal.
the enemy standing at the gate. beyond it is all you ever cared about gaining.
behind you is all you ever cared about--lost.
at this pinnacle... this dare-devil collage of thoughts and racing hearts, your chest burns with everything you've ever felt.
swirling into one surge, one un-dying urge--a tornado of truth and heart.
you have nothing to hold you back any more. between the fences.
to attempt is to kill yourself. to forego, and remain, is suicide. if not worse.
when faced with the moment when the guard looks away, walks away, exists away from your goal--your promise--what not to do other than charge forth?
get up! go! race toward it with all your might!
even as the sights of so many guns bear down upon your bloody forelock, there is little left they can take.
when you can claim it all, just on the other side.
just outside the shiny barbed wire of Guantanamo, a boat is waiting to carry you away to your reality they tried to rob from you.
just JUMP!
God is jumping with you!
--
pax.
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This is the HQ for several soldiers in the war for international human rights. Our thoughts are often scattered, our postings are at times rare, but we'll keep speaking out as long as there are ears to hear.
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