"To God, From Prison"
I di believe Julian of Norwich would stand by me on this. But I hath heard from Richard Lovelace's recital of this poem, "To Althea, From Prison" that "If I have freedom in my love/ And in my sould am free/ Angels alone, that soar above/ Enjoy such liberty." Oh how true that I believe how earth is a caged prison to which we art doomed to suffer for our sins and the death of Lord Jesu Christ. Until the day I am to walk in his gates may I be free from earth's suffering and damnation and be in the mercy and love of our truest Lord God. So true Lovelace's Althea is my Lord, my husband, shepherd, and mother. And this world in which I physically loom in is my prison. Oh God hath made me suffer for my sin with my husband for having to care for him when he was ill before his death. Oh and the suffering I have endured before the Lord saved my soul from Satan. Freedom is where the Lord is, where I may fly as free as angels in the heavenly gates. No truer can it be that "when like committed linnets/ with shriller throat shall sing the sweetness mercy, majesty/ And glories of my king; when I shall voice aloud how goo/ He is, how great should,/ Enlarged words that cure the flood,/ Know no such liberty." In heaven, I belive Lovelace to be right, I may sing and cry with all my might and no one can damn me or convict me of heresy. I cry and weep and art glad that I may endure this suffering and recognize and see Jesu Christ suffer for his children and myself as well. Oh Lovelace, you speak of Althea as I speak of God. No?