I was trapped; held hostage in a repetitive cycle of
sin. I would tell myself it was not my
fault, that they had chosen to eat
from the Tree; not me. Why should I suffer
for what they had chosen to do?
I was captured; held hostage in a prison of fear. There was sickness, pain, and death
everywhere I turned. But wasn’t it Cain
who killed Able? So long ago that it was
the Genesis, yet now we see it all around us.
I was corned; surrounded by walls of hopelessness, doubt,
and confusion. He stood there staring me
down with vicious eyes. “You will follow me…” he sneered, “Bow down, I’ve
arrested thee.”
I raised my bound hands, and silently dropped the mustard
seed that I held pinched between my fingers.
I knew it was my only hope. The seed shattered on the barren cement
floor of my prison cell, and what had once been a tiny seed became hundreds of
eagles. They beat their wings; creating
a wind that would have blown down even the strongest trees. I had to close my eyes against the force of
the fierce wind, but I heard the eagles’ shrieking cries as they clawed at my
captor and crushed his head.
Then suddenly I was free.
My hands were no longer shackled.
In fact, I raised them high; extending them toward the man who hung in
my place. He wore the crown of a king,
but hung lifeless where I had once hung.
I saw the blood which poured out from him when he had made the exchange;
Him for me.
My captor had fallen; he lay lifeless on the floor of the
cell.
My ransom had been paid; although all I had was a mustard
seed, it was enough. I was no longer a
prisoner, I was free. Now my mission
would be to tell the world of the man who became a hostage in exchange for me.
Written in response to the One Minute Writer prompt~The Hostage
