My name is Stephen. I have been in prison over 10 years; found guilty of being there when a drug dealer was killed. I am one of the most mentally and spiritually strong people you have ever met. As a result of the over 6 years I have done in Intensive Management/Segregation Units (the hole if you will), I have learned and devoted myself to growth while in these places. I have a huge, loving and compassionate heart but they (Washington Department of Corrections) has really hit me where it hurts. My Mom is a year past her life expectancy and dying. They sent me all the way to Arizona so that I could never see her again alive. I’m really hurting right now and could use a friend.
I am Mexican, French and German. My height is 6’1” and I weigh195lbs. I get golden brown dark in the sun and my hair gets golden-blond. I have hazel eyes. My poem: “The Stones Cry Out” is in the book “Immortal Verses” and on the 3-CD set “Sound of Poetry” both by “The International Library of Poetry”. I have other poems, philosophies, thoughts and feelings I’d like to share with you. Just say the word. A closed mouth cannot get fed.
Sincerely,
Stephen Cady.
THE STONES CRY OUT
This floor, this ceiling, these walls of stone, they cry out…Ahh!! The depression, the sorrow, the loneliness, the constant hurting and unrelenting grief!!! I need someone to comfort, console, hold and caress me; to give me emotional stability and compassionate relief.
The stones, they cry out: taunting, teasing, mocking me every waking hour. Saying, “You will rot and wither and die within me because I have consumed you entirely and for all eternity. Your mind, body, soul, your being and your whole existence I have devoured that your spirit will give up like the ashen head of a match once the flame is extinguished. A worthless, lifeless crustacean for ever and ever.”
Yet I shan’t be devoured, this spark, this spiritual flame that burns within me! Lo and behold, I looked and there on the stone wall of my cave appeared a crack just large enough for the eye to see. And through that crack poured the sunlight, the starry skies and the fresh breeze descending from the highest mountains…and the stone walls and ceiling cried out in all their rage, “No! No! not the things of God! Not those little bits of heaven He has placed on earth to save you from our trap of darkness and depression!!!”
And that ray of sun, that mountain wind, that light from the stars poured over me through that blessed crack in the stone and came upon that nearly snuffed out flame of the spirit within me. It came upon me in power as if nuclear jet fuel had been poured on a dying fire. My spiritual fire was raging once more, my soul in peaceful security, and my living being enriched and enlivened for ever and ever more.
And the stones cry out no more.
Stephen Christopher Cady.
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