A Memory Of Delta D.O.C.

I left the buildings for the brink-
For Delta's wretched grounds below-
To interface with others jailed,
When to delight a sight did show:
The prison sky seemed calm to me
As orange tints embraced her blue;
Then Jesus spoke through every cloud
With love no mortal mouth can do.

by John May

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