Heavens Highway

A poem about a man killed in a car accident meeting his maker

As I drove on by, my faithful quest

Hundreds of miles, without a rest

My companion the moon, with stars by his side

My conscience clear and nothing to hide

In the slow lane, I slumber along

The dark night road,  that is the A1

It goes for miles, plenty a curve

Now I drift, right into the curb

My eyes get weak for I am tired

My bed is now admired

Accelerating with my feet

I drift into a heavy sleep

As I dream , of what may be 

My car gets nearer to a tree

Edging closer, certain death

My body will be test

I wake up from my dreary sleep

My car all twisted in a heap

Outside the car is where I stand

Beneath my feet, the earthy ground

I see myself from a different view

Realise that my life is through

Will I meet heavens king

Or will I meet hells ghastly thing

My body gets paler and oblique

The mighty one is who I seek

The light shines bright from where I stand

About to meet gods faithful hand

He cradles me, so gentle and sweet

Holds me tight, until we meet

You are my father, blissful and kind

I’m glad you were in my mind

I do not know what is to be

But one thing I am sure

His love is there for all to see

You know my soul is pure