Walking on my road this morning,

I wondered:

What is the ransom I need?

To free myself from every God

my mind and the people of this world,

have ever erected.

to leave behind every fear,

all the merchants of hate and

greed and discouragement

have showered on fragile minds.

to spread the gospel,

that money is one thing,

not everything,

to cut the chains that make

me bow to all the lies,

and strangles my precious joys,

and tarnish my golden pen.

Tell me what tiny jewel,

cut from my shimmering soul,

will set me free, so I can

circle the sun,

and let my mind be free.