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