In the dead of Winter when all is white
most see nothing but the darkest of night.
Won’t venture off in snow and cold
no walking, nor driving the icy black road.
Instead they stay in cozy confines
of their own warm heart and seclusion of minds.
“I do not dare to put in place
my life for theirs and so replace.
My body, my soul for fellow man,
I’ll love my neighbor right where I am”.
” I’ll wait till Spring
for a sign of life, or flowers to bring
I hope it’s suffice.
Or Summer, I’ll remember and visit his grave.
When the sun is high giving light and clear days”.
“I’m sorry he died I’m not to blame
I couldn’t get out of this thinking insane”
By Alexis Rodriguez
EDITOR’S NOTE: You can write to encourage my very good friend, Alexis Rodriguez, a “lifer” at the State Correctional Institute at Dallas, PA. You must use a plain white envelope, and you must put his DOC # directly after his name on the first line of the address. You must use a return address, or it won’t be delivered to him…but, if you prefer, you can use my ministry return address: Prison Mentoring, Box 310, Hilltown, PA 18927
Alexis Rodriguez, BH6734 Dallas, Pa. 18612.