In
Durham Dungeon
Durham
Castle.
I
had no trial,
Lest
the walking I have done.
Listening
I, to the call of love,
Intuition
saw a way to share.
I
came in a silver carriage,
Drawn
by unseen horses,
Driven
by an angel in spirit.
Taken
in freedom to thy cell,
My
Gaoler a kindly one,
Who
spared me a painful time.
But
here I sit now,
In
the lowest heart of her,
The
castle built upon this hill.
Durham
shone before me,
And
I cried for all this joy,
To
be worthy of my justice.
From
here I know a truth,
That
comes from loving life,
This
Gaol shall end all strife.
For
Fran.
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