Death Beside the Road

Death Beside the Road Held in my arms, fragile you are... barely alive. I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. I can even somehow hear, your small heartbeat. Feather-light, that of a small bird... Nearly stopped, almost gone. At what cost the weighted balance, of your soul?, my soul?, our measured worth... Everything and nothing, given for something, no one wanted anyway. The world is confused. The season is not cold or hot, but the edge of heaven, is frozen space, the center of hell, an ever burning pit... in the far north. The power of any man; willing to drop to his knees, bow his head, plead his sin... openly, humbly, repentantly... before, God, ever has His ear. The angels He will send; swords of fire, wings of glory, His Son... Brightest Star, in the skies; both dark and light, day and night, forever!