Crochet Me Crazy

As the last breath is drawn through the air, thick with the presence of the Spirit of Death that looms in the air surrounding his form.... waiting, watching for the time to come..... All before have gone & the time has drawn near to join the ones that came before you. One more life hangs by a thread. One more life passes beyond the line of spirit & life. Fate has been cruel in his life but his escape to the land of souls is come. His time is up. A life of sorrow, a life of hate, a life of misfortune, & of lost love passes slowly beyond the void of life & death. Redemption or Hell... one shines like a star of the purest light. The other covered with a swirling torment of death, lies, scorn, hate, & lust. For years the Hand of Light & Love was out stretched to him but he declined, thereby sealing His own fate, damning His very soul. For the hand no longer was outstretched towards him, but merely said, "You have had your pleasure in life & have not cared of heavenly things & are not fit to inherit the kingdom of Heaven of which I have given to you." Steadily, the Spirit of Death's black wings move, carrying his soul closer to the large, black, gaping mouth of the abyss below, scattered with every horror fathomable by any soul or heart. Bodies obscure the whole area -- the bodies and bones of those who scoffed, mocked, cursed, lied, & committed sin in the Lord's holy name. The Spirit of Death vanquishes its grasp, allowing him to fall to the fate that he had earned in his life & now awaits him. He earned his fate in hell & rejected God's offer for eternal life............But yet one voice in Heaven mourns for this one lonely, sinful man.

BY: Michael L. Ritz
13 years old

Copyright 2007