by Keith Wallis
A lifetime ago
traffic’s roaring battlefield held me
death row captive,
nowhere to hide,
no way to survive.
I turned my back to oblivion
awaiting the inevitable
stamp of death.
A moment ago
the future was a closed book
the past – another lifetime
about to be forgotten
just an imprint on the highway.
Then unsolicited hands reached down
with Samaritan soul
with Shepherd heart
with compassion.
I recognised, in His eyes,
another death row victim
on another highway of destruction
and the unsolicited hand
of grace
that surrounded me.
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love the rhythm and flow of this poem. just beautiful
love the rhythm and flow of this poem. just beautiful