In Sight of Saul

He walked along the country road suffused with guilt...the archetype of arrogant despair bearing unknown void as some monstrosity ballooning; thus encumbered, saw the gloom take on decay until upon his solemn march a grace appeared; he saw no more and then his hands were warmed as one who understands compassion-- suddenly may seek to let it heal. Reality wore different dress; allthough there was duress that still prevailed--a wretchedness confessed within a new holistic fire created endings for a man faced with a birth that centuries beyond would celebrate. He would see again the choice; the restless rest exchanged, he would attain quixotic glory in the pain that he could own, and thus refreshed, would make it known across millennia. Hard-pressed without a doubt, a self to find serenity inside the passion of this feisty little man obsessed with lightning and with love, the one who from the darkened path had stumbled to a martyr's paradise enabled by the eyes of God. ~