Hazard Light Poem by Mark Heathcote

Heavenly tears are gathering,
Awash, from left to right:
Our rearview mirror is darkening,
The road ahead isn't black or isn't white.
God hasn't made it easy on us
That is why we're driving senseless to his touch.
That is why we're blinded by a hazard light
That is why an earthly devil must choke.

Swerving O, I'm wrestling with this death
And Lord I can't seem to find the will to fight
The road snakes into the dead-end passageway
So I'm taking a swift right
To the hand of the redeemer
To the palm of my lover
O lord the hemisphere of the world
Will we hope to discover
On this starlit endless road tonight together.