You come through
thick stone walls,
armed guards, and bars:
you bring me a starry night
and ask about this and that.
You are the redeemer.
I recognize you.
You are my way, my truth and my life.
Even my cellar blooms with stars
and peace and light pours forth.
You sprinkle beautiful words on me like flowers:
“Son, what are you afraid of? I am with you!”
Viktoras Petkus, 1928 – 2012, Lithuanian dissident and political prisoner
Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet to be created may praise the Lord:
that he looked down from his holy height;
from heaven the Lord looked at the earth,
to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those who were doomed to die,
that they may declare in Zion the name of the Lord,
and in Jerusalem his praise