Someone Is Listening to
By Scott Hubbard
In all likelihood, no song had ever touched the walls of this cell or drifted through its bars. Moaning, cursing, yelling—these were the usual sounds rising from the dark heart of the prison. Not singing.
And especially not at midnight. Here was the hour of gloom, the first long hallway in the mansion of night, darkness without the faintest shade of dawn.
The other prisoners couldn’t mistake the sound. Some had woken under the strange melody, certain they were lost in a dream. Others, catching the first notes, lay wondering whether madness had seized the two men. It had seized many a man in chains before. These, however, were not the howling strains of the mad.
Midnight made its lonely march, and still the men went on: beaten, bloodied, cuffed—and singing.
The events of that day make the song of Paul and Silas all the more surprising. …
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