We Saved A Life Today
Today I smelled death; that sure and knowing odour.
Be it animal or human, the rancid smell of decay remains.
Thirty years or thirty days will not take from thee this sense away.
I remember burnt children long ago in a very impoverished and distant land.
I recall a burlap bag found on the side of the road with dead kittens in my hand.
I have held the last breath of a human’s life not once but twice in this my life.
I have seen demise too many times unfold before my own eyes.
I have watched many a man harden his heart to this life’s ugly truth…
YET… OH YET I WEPT
For today Jan and I saved a small, but precious life destined for certain death.
It is but another small kitten, but a life all the same that holds the essence of God’s breath.
Abandoned to die with new birth still within his eyes…HE CRIES.
Sentimental am I? Overboard with overt emotion in sentiments regarding life am I?
Or is it just that I have smelled the smell of death one too many times?
J. Allen Wilson © 10/12/2010