“The moving shadows of people pass”

Death Blog

Texas United States of America

March 28th, 2011 4:19pm

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!

“The one who seeks good finds delight; the student of evil becomes evil.”

Good afternoon, the moods and emotions flower like water in a stream, here we are sitting inside death watch on Texas death row but still have the energy to produce a genuine smile and offer a few kind words to all that we encounter. It’s been just a little over a month since I was brought to this ole’ section and since then I’ve gained a neighbor on both sides of me, and both of these men have dates before me… so that places me in the last spot of execution for the ones we have currently on death watch… there’s seven of us total!

I would like to share a poem a friend sent me… it’s extremely touching and applies to this place and I’m more then sure to many of you out in the land of the living free. It comes from a book published in 1912 by a woman named Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Shut In is the book)

Across my windows glass

The moving shadows of people pass.

Sometimes the shadows pause; and through the hall

Kind neighbors come, or call

Bringing a word or smile

To cheer my loneliness a little while.

But as I hear them talk,

These people who can walk

And go about the great green earth at will,

I wonder if they know the joy of being still

And all alone with thoughts that soar afar

High as the highest star.

And oft I feel more free

Then those who travel over land or sea.

For one who is shut in,

Away from all outer strife and din,

With faithful pain and sorrow for guide

Finds where great truths abide.

Across my window glass

The moving shadows pass,

But swifter moves my unimpeded thought

Speeding from spot to spot out and afar,

High as the highest star.

(Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1912)

Nine more days and we have our next execution and the man set to die is really an inspiration… just to see his strength… to hear him talk or to laugh is a feeling that I could never explain in a million years. Being here on death watch is so different from being anywhere else on the row… here we all are in touch with reality on a much higher level, and I’m sure the next few months will be very trying for us all back here.

Still unbroken, and very much a TRUE AMERICAN


Mark Stroman, 2011



2 Responses to ““The moving shadows of people pass””

  1. i love this poem mark beautiful keep your smile and your strength up it is never ending the love that everyone has for you hugs misty your in my thoughts everyday stay strong

  2. I am anxious for our visit! I am upset that I have not heard from your friends’ sister….
    I wish I could feel the peace that you have but not under your circumstances. The poem you sent us on your blog must bring you peace but it made me sad to think she cannot walk and is locked away as if in prison… Strange how we look at things and see something different. There is so much for me to learn. Stay strong and focused; we love you!

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