Poem by Inmate Geneva Robinson, Oklahoma County jail
Despair, like a dark cloud hung over my head,
I could not raise my eyes to
“Life is useless,” I declared.
“I have no purpose.”
But somebody prayed,
Someone heard the short whisper of my name
Somebody my burden to the throne,
Someone laid my need at his feet.
Like a cool breeze on a hot day,
I felt his lifting presence –
When somebody prayed