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http://www.artvilla.com/mair/dcoleansmps.htm-I hope one day Elizabeth, you  may have the chance to hear my music. If the url is clicked on, it will take you directly to one of my CDs, entitled,
"Orleans." This was recorded in 2005- Christmas. I wish I could give this to you now Elizabeth.
-D avid.
-The construction of this site, began approximately three months ago, while on my stay, in
British Columbia. It is now, December of 2007.
-This
site, is dedicated to Elizabeth Summitt, 24, who is an inmate in an Arkansas Women's Facility, at Mcphearson Correctional.
I have corresponded with Elizabeth, for about a year now, and have come to know her very well, and have spoken with her by
phone many times, and have always, felt a very deep sense, of sincerity from her. Recently, Elizabeth has given
her life over to the Lord. I will try to share many things here in this site concerning Elizabeth. This site,
hopefully, will be a following of the journey that Elizabeth is undertaking, in her life. One that which, she had never
planned for.
-There will be excerpts from her letters to me... there
will be bible verses, and poetry as well. There will be a continuing show, of evidence, showing Elizabeth's true emotions-
her happiness, her dreams, and too, her deep depressions... her fears.
-This is a ministry to me, that I share only, with those
I correspond with, like Elizabeth. Through this past year, Elizabeth, and I, have developed a friendship,
that only we know. Where she is, in her life right now... she needs someone to believe in her.
It is very hard in this society today to find anyone, anywhere, who will take the time... to only listen, and try and believe...
where others will not. I can say here, and now... I blieve in you Elizabeth. And I am here, for you always.
May God bless you, and may all your dreams come true eventually. If you are strong, I know they will with God's help.
-Elizabeth's daughter, Hannah, is living in Arkansas as
well, but away from Elizabeth of course, in another city and location. This is extremely hard for Elizabeth. Something
happened in her life. And what I have learned in my own life... is that, there is always many sides to any story given.
You must always narrow it down, to two sides. This mainly falls true, where families are concerned. There will
always be multiple sides taken, but, only one side is true.
-From her letters, and her voice, I have come to sense
a very great wrong has been done here. Not only in Elizabeth's life, but in her daughter's as well. A reunion,
must happen in Elizabeth's life at some point, between herself, and her daughter, who is three years of age now.
There has been one very important unity to occur in her life already. And now... her road begins.
-It may become a very long journey for Elizabeth.
A sentence, that is twenty years in time, even when cut in half, this is still a very long time, to endure the stay- to take
on the long and winding ride of a thousand emotions, Elizabeth will live through... but... live through, nonetheless.
And my promise to her... is to never let go.
-The charges, were very serious... the time will be very
long. There is a very strong possibility, Elizabeth, accepted total responsibility, for what happened a few years ago.
Elizabeth, was married at the time. Because of the turmoil in their lives during this time, Elizabeth divorced her husband.
Her husband, has not been seen since. But needs to be.
-I truely believe in my heart, that if the truth were to
be told, Elizabeth may be free today. The victims in this incident... are all three people. Elizabeth... you are
not alone.
-If you, or anyone who views this site... will take time
out every now and then to say a prayer for Elizabeth... and for her daughter, Hannah, then I ask you please, to join
with me, in my prayers for Elizabeth and Hannah too. I'm walking this journey with her. Please pray for her patience,
and obedience in her own walk, with Jesus. Pray, that a sense of justice prevails at some point or another.
-If you would like to share your concern, and
thoughts with her... you may, by writing to Elizabeth, at the address below. Hannah, her daughter of course...
hangs in the balance. In some time to come, she will ask that first question. I pray, she recieves a truthful
answer. Thankyou, for reading. Please write to:
-Elizabeth Jones, #708888
302 Corrections Drive
Newport, Arkansas 72112
United States.
“The female jail and prison population
has grown at double the rate for men since 1980; in 2006 it increased 4.5 percent, its fastest clip in five years.”
-Last year alone, seven inmates killed themselves,
and another’s attempt left him brain dead; four have taken their lives so far this year.
"tell Bill and family
I'm SORRY
I
tried my
best
nothing Left Inside
all alone
'Life isn't worthwhile'
'People are better without me.'
'I
don't need this any more.'
Does Life Matter?
in death I shall be free."
-This is but one
small letter, written by an inmate, who then took his own life. We hear the screams, the cries for help... we watch
this, in their faces... but we listen to nothing. And yet, we draw our own lives on a canvas, in some light spectrum,
of glory. And we give ourselves a different name.
-This is a poem I wrote, in 1997, and is for those confined in this
world, and those, who can in some way, relate.
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The Angel and the Viper
"Prison, will not hold our hearts, nor confine the wings
of our spirits."
-Prisoner,
in your darkened walls, hangmen of your day brought forth your rage,
though in the lapse of time, somewhat appeared tormented
in their own years...
but you, you were caged.
Noosed carefully, and so fatefully cursed- baited with salt of
your life, and hurt,
dweller of these halls, you pace in fear! And in your dark room at times
you could hear
the vipers play.
Yet to look
deep inside one's turning face, could your expectations of others trace,
an awareness of God's lost souls? And so
far from home, so far from grace,
regathering as they go, dreams that were stolen, or thrown to waste.
For
in our eye a rhythum flows. Something hides deep in the quiet hums,
from a place where flames never rose... but
angels come.
Yet, there are those, who upon the weak, still prey, in the world from which you've run.
Oh
keeper of these hearts, these empty nest, 'tis here, they wander from love unblest.
Return them, their strength, and a
will to cope, that their threads of faith
shall become your rope,
into their unduely, and timeless rest.
Streams
overflowing in the prisoner's mind, never bound by walls
or guardmen's chains,
felt inside whispers of poetic dreams,
shine,
deep within the dweller's peace. God... fill their hearts with thine.
But widely, often, and
without control, all that so dearly, we hold to heart,
may slip into pieces, anger takes us whole!
When ones torn will,
has taken its toll, the devils curse will start.
'Tis awfully quiet, to crawl inside- to repaint your life, from
where you hide,
But n'er less than the weak, do the strong ones cry.
For facing our own lives in fear, we fall.
And of nothing, are we assured at all!
Though some, will dream on, and some ask why, in the corners of our darkness, inside
we die.
And when another feather descends from flight, it will come to rest in my dreams tonight,
And though
pain is great, it runs so far- far beyond what and who we are,
to balance the tension, that steals our light. Yet
somehwere still, one is lost from night,
retacing the steps they knew... a world, too far from sight.
And
in one long sober, and pensive motion, while but once the shade of dusk has fled,
you stand weary-eyed, and face the ocean-
your long frail body beside the bed.
And through your small and narrow window space, without statement upon your
face,
you stare beyond the walls and earth, unsheltered in some dishonored shame.
You stand one of many, without a name.
Yet, something warm, as though a flame
rekindles the measures of your life, and gives this exsistence worth.
It
took this long, this far to come, to see the pale colors that time can give.
That all the years of youth relived, can not
replace this point in time.
And what posture would poets have thought you in?
That here, unoticed, again
departs that part of a person, we mark as sin,
from the rest of your broken and battered heart.
We make marks
in the sand, and a language grows-
with hums of our voices, a music flows- a thirst in our hearts, and a yearning glows.
Like
flames of eternal lanterns burning far past the death of suns still turning,
around and round, we fall alone. But alone,
we begine the journey.
Time now, administers an oath to thee. Though your heart shall remain your deepest
ocean,
with but this, dwell, till you come to be, the key to your own emotions.
If where one breath
may draw salvation, I would embrace you in your long, and final nod.
From one step, to another, you have found relation...
for the first time in your life...
you questioned God.
_______________________________________________________
-The letter below was written, by the mother,
of a friend of Elizabeth's, and sent to her. Elizabeth, sent this to me in the mail. I considered it to be very
beautiful indeed. Thankyou so much Elizabeth.
A LETTER FROM JESUS
-I am sending you this letter, by way of my love.
I just wanted you to know how much I love, and care about you.
And I greatly desire to become a meaningful part
of your life.
This morning when you awoke, I was already there with you
in the light of my beautiful sunshine
filling your room.
I was hoping that you would say good morning to me...
you didn't.
So I thought
maybe, it was alittle too early in the day
for you to notice me.
Again, I tried to get your attention when you
stepped out your door.
I kissed your face with a soft breeze, breathed upon you
with my fragrant sweet breath,
scented with flowers.
Then, I sang you a love song through the birds and the bees.
You just walked right
passed me.
Later in the day I watched over you as you talked with some friends.
Oh... how I wished that
you would talk to me also.
I waited, but you just went along your way.
This afternoon, I sent you a refreshing
shower,
and glistened you with each raindrop.
I even shouted to you a time or two with thunder,
trying to
get your attention.
Then, I painted you a lovely rainbow in the midst of my fluffy white clouds.
I just
know you would see me then,
but you were unaware of my presence.
This evening to close your day, I sent you
a beautiful sunset.
After that, I winked at you a thousand times through my stars,
hoping that you would see
me, and wink back.
You never did.
Tonight when you went to bed, I spilled moonlight upon your face
to
let you know I was there with you.
I was hoping that you would talk with me alittle before you went to sleep.
You never said a word.
It hurt me deeply, however, I continued to watch over you all through the night
thinking
maybe, just maybe, you would say hello to me this morning.
Each and everday, I have revealed myself to you
in
many strange and wonderous ways,
hoping that you would accept me as your shepherd.
For I am the only one, who
can supply you with all your needs.
My love for you, is bigger than the greatest sky.
I have so very much
to give you and also share with you.
Please let me hear from you soon.
-Your Loving Friend, Forever: Jesus.
-In
my communications with Elizabeth, I continually let her know, I am concerned about what is happening inside of her... thoughts,
and memories, that haunt us all, have their tendencies, to have a much deeper effect in someone, who is confined, in such
a small space. But time, is not her enemy... I keep telling Elizabeth, that time, is indeed her best friend. I
will begin incerpts from her letters here. They come from different letters, and through a period of time. Hopefully,
they may offer you, the reader, a kind of insight to Elizabeth's true character... a window, if you may, into her heart.
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(This is a wish, or prayer, that Elizabeth wrote for me...)
I
want to give you a gift of an angel by your side.
-May you always have an angel by your side,
watching out for you.
In all the things you do, reminding you to keep believing
in brighter days,
finding
ways for your wishes and dreams to come true.
Giving you hope that is as certain as the sun.
Giving you
the strength of serenity as your guide.
May you always have love and comfort and courage,
and may you always
have an angel by your side.
Someone there to catch you if you fall,
encouraging your dreams, inspiring your
happiness,
holding your hand and helping you through it all.
In all of our days, our lives are always changing.
Tears come along as well as smiles. Although it's sad,
along the roads you travel, may the miles
be a thousand
times more lovely than lonely.
May they give you gifts that never ever end.
Someone wonderful to love
and a dear friend in whom you can confide.
May you have rainbows after every storm.
May you have hopes to
keep you safe and warm.
And may you always have an angel by your side.
_____________________________________________________
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-It is January 3rd,
2008 now... so, I hope soon, I will catch up in her words, to present day, and then hopefully, go letter by letter.
I hope that whoever may read in this web site, may come to know Elizabeth in a way, and also, the innocence, I strongly believe
in, even now.
-David C.
(March 15th, 2008)
-Some letters have come from Elizabeth, sharing
with me the day to day life there in McPhearson. Some of these are full of much optimism, some are filled with sadness.
In a letter to her last night, after recieving a letter from her yesterday, I wrote to her, and said, that this is really,
the first time in her life, where she will have to begin making promises to herself. Promises to keep... to live out.
I say this, because her walk, is very important right now, being that Elizabeth, is having to deal with all the pressure from
around her, from those, who may never really take the time to understand people, and life, as Elizabeth is doing now.
All that shares the same room with sadness, is shown and read in so many of her words to me. But how else does a person,
become open inside themselves, and to their God? The journey, is painful... and should in earthly standards, as well
as spiritual, be taken into account... but this doesn't happen in our society. So very sad. But Elizabeth, your
words, your movements, your feelings, ARE taken into account, and ARE very much remembered. It is alright... to attempt
to earn trust from other people, and if done properly, will become stronger, with every passing day. All those,
who have loved you in your life Elizabeth, NOW, MUST watch you, and listen... if INDEED, their love... was ever there at all.
Time, is a friend to you... not your enemy.
<From august 8th, 2007>
"You have been asking what is bothering me on the inside, well let me
tell you. I feel very worthless inside. I let my family down, most of all I let Hannah down. My brother
is in the hospital from a bad car accident and may not come out. My mom and dad are fixing to move to Texas and I will
have nobody left in Arkansas. All this is building up inside and causing me worry. I am learning when I need some
help to get through the day, and when I need a whole lot less to concern me and a whole lot more to smile about, that sometimes
I just have to remember, it really is going to be okay. I'm going to make it through this day. Even if it's one
step at a time. Sometimes I just have to be patient and brave and strong. If I don't know how I just make it up
as I go along. And hold on to my hope, as through it, there's a path to follow or a song to sing. Because if I
have hope, I have everything!
(From november 23rd, 2007)
-The
most important thing, is Hannah. I am having real bad visions of her and I just feel that there's something wrong.
Motherly instinct I guess. I am trying not to think the worst but it's hard. I love her so much and I am not able
to show her. Maybe one day I will. I've made a goal to keep fighting to prove my innocence and be home when she
turns six years old. Oh I've made some bible studies. I've been doing them everyday too. I'll write them
down for you.
-From March 6th, 2008...
"I am thankful to God, for spearing their lives.
My cousin, is 17 years old. I haven't seen her, since she was 13. I haven't seen alot of my family, due to my
attitude with all of them. My childhood, messed up so many relationships with my family. My uncle Donny, has not
spoke to me since my grandmother adopted me, and i quit calling him my uncle. I wish he would write me, I have wrote
him many times, but nothing. "
-A poem below, I promised her, I would place
here, along with, I hope, more to come in the future. Another poem entitled, "Bee" I want to place here too.
I DREAM
-I dream of days filled with a summer breeze-
to be able to laugh and play, on an ocean sea...
I dream of days, when i am free,
to walk and talk, and just be me.
Right now, the times, are really tough,
having to fight to keep my passions, and stuff.
I live in a place, that is full of lust...
filled, of women, so hard to trust.
I am only here, to do my time.
So, every night as I lay in my bed,
I'm wishing, I had listened, to the words my Moma
said.
Day, by day, I have learned to survive,
because I have thanked God along the way, that
I'm alive.
It won't be long, and I'll be free-
a rehabilitated woman, just you wait and see.
I promise, not to make the same mistakes...
and learn to give, instead of take.
The time, I have done here, was well spent,
but NO THANKS...
I'd rather pay my own RENT!!
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