What price, Freedom?
and the padlock springs
and the door swings open
and I breathe uncontaminated air –
No, not breathe –
For it’s scary stuff, Lord, this freedom,
these new upper-case imperatives:
ESCAPE! RELEASE! BE RESTORED/TRANSFORMED!
EMBRACE! RESOLVE! REPENT!
And part of me would prefer to return to
the dark and cobwebbed corners
that have befriended my thraldom.
It’s not as easy as one click –
as easy as ‘Click and Collect’.
In the smaller print, they say – more like –
it’s ‘Click and Pay’.
Is there a price, Lord?
If there’s a ransom or an entry fee –
I can’t pay up.
My child, I know.
I know you can’t.
So I’ve paid the price on the ticket
And, yes, it cost me.
So let me now empower this liberty,
Let me amplify your ‘Yes’,
Let my Spirit breathe the truth of your new status
permeating your story
as you get to know your liberator
and the power of his love.
Rosie WatsonPoetry, Watson