Double murderers, br every crime imaginable br men eaten with remorse br prisoners of their own misdeeds br without hope of redemption br or forgiveness, br locked in a circle br of punishment without pardon, br until Shakespeare entered like thin air through the ether br of the State Correction Home, br and got the inmates to change their br clothes, little did they suspect, br the storm about to break, br as Prospero and cast br came to life inside the prison walls; br and forgotten men grown old within br their prime, were touched, br by words that stretched br through four hundred years...... br of time and space, br and woke them from despair br of not knowing, br not knowing if forgiveness br had forsaken them….. br not knowing where it would dawn. br br For no officials of redemption, br or correction, br Knew just what to say br to men in another world br but not completely lost br in the darkness, br of the prisoners hell. br br The Tempest raged within their breast br flooding tears, br howls of remorse br released them from the br grips of reproach, br and men grown old br in prisons loveless dungeons br wept on stage, br as though they had never known br how to weep br for a thousand years, br and found they had but themselves br to forgive br for being in the sway br of something other than br The one Self in all. br br How else would William know? br how to speak to them in their cells br and tell them where, br forgiveness lies? br br br And thus speak them free men. br Never to return; br To the darkness. br br (idea from the film Shakespeare Behind Bars) br .