A Life For Life
A friend and I in a chat down a winding road,
I said, "Who can give me life, I mean real life?"
He smiled: You've life already, fully yours.
"So it seems," I said, "soon taken from me."
"No! It's yours, enjoy it to the fullest."
"Yes, on a short lease, not truly mine."
His face creased: scorn, sneer, snub;
then a sulky pout: Off his mind.
At a T we turned right—a road less taken.
On a hill, Jesus hung on the Cross, arms open.
We squinted at a bold inscription:
Here's a life for life; price fully paid.
We gaped at each other: Strange indeed!
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
15 April 2019
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