My Biblical Passage Interpretation

Poem by Sacha, February 2nd, 2008

As I sit here in a daze, pondering my existance wondering what is in store for me in the furture. I think, 20 years of agony for a mistake, created by my insanity, impuls, fear and alcohol all intertwind!

I sit here and think were they really going to rob me that night or was that night fealing the cold steal of my 38 revolver that I had packed at my lower back. I could take there lives before they take mine.

I sit here in a daze wondering if only I would have taken my medication that my mother gave me, I would have been asleep and and my future would have been restored, I would be at home in a comfortable bed, not sleeping on hard steal, not here, not now, rotting in a cell,with the rest of the world’s trash.

I sit here in a daze thinking I had it good out there , but fear took it away and no way of getting it back.

I sit here in a daze thinking that at times my sanity has been restored but at times feels as if I might lose it again reality becomes fantasy , anger becomes pain , my body shakes as I pace my cell back and forth, not knowing if this is a dream or are they breaking me? Not knowing how/where and when.

As I sit here in a daze I try not to think of what I could have been in 20 years, but I know one thingI would surely had been dead by now, using all those drugs to ease my pain created by my emotional turmoil, oh the pain, the pain.

As I site here in a daze I close my eyes to see the faces of my loved one that have never turned there backs upon me, they will stay with me till the end , my judgement day has come and still they stay by my side to protect me from my demons.

As I sit here in a daze my anger has gone, I am at peace I love and shal be loved, I am at peace my name is Sacha Bond and Justice will be served

by Sacha Bond ,
Dade Correctional institution ,
Florida City, Fl. K06444 -F2214

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I'm not a Christian, but someone with a deep appreciation of the faith. My awareness of the Minister of Public Safety's faith prompted me to look to the Bible. Please do not be offended, this my humble interpretation of Mark V - a passage others have regarded as a story of Jesus' compassion for the mentally ill. I hope you find appreciation of the beauty of this, as I did.

In the Bible, Mark V, there is a passage where Jesus comes upon an island where there is a community having trouble with a man who acts wildly. He has broken restraints they have put him in, he scares the people, he is enormously strong. He cries out and cuts himself with stones. The community believes him to be possessed, as does the man himself. Jesus looks upon this man with kindness, love and compassion. He sends the evil spirits into some nearby pigs instead of him, perhaps by suggestion and deep connection with the man. And so these spirits in the man are asked to go into the pigs and they do. Later, the man appears 'well-dressed and in his right mind'.

Today, we might have someone exactly like the man in the Bible that Jesus healed, who 'cries out and cuts himself with stones'. The community would be afraid of him. Today, instead of what Jesus did without medicine, he might get modern medical treatment. That same gift of modern medicine that fights so many diseases that threaten our lives and security, polio, TB, cholera, HIV/AIDS, diabetes. In the days of the Bible we did not have modern medicine. But what does not change is the attitude of healing, kindness, compassion. The same man would appear well-dressed and in his right mind today, if we treated him for his mental illness. The community need not be afraid of him.

By arif at 10/13/2007 - 02:49
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First they came...

A version of the poem from the New England memorial, which is true to the actual speech by Martin Niemöller. See the second line.

First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist.

Then they came for the sick, the so-called incurables, and I didn't speak up,
because I wasn't mentally ill.

Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me

Poem by Sacha, February 2nd, 2008