July 21, 2008

From: Gary West
Sent: Monday, July 21, 2008 8:30 AM
Subject: No time

I see the scene
It is so grisly
It is so gruesome
It is so bloody
It is so unfair
It is so unneeded

Or is it?

I would have exchanged places.

I would have stood between the boys and the tree.

I would have bargained for more time.

I would have given all to just let them be.

I see the truck, twisting turning, it was constructed for men with men
inside.

It matters not the cause, the reason.

I watch in my minds eye at the roadway leads to the end of their life.

It is rough, they have no time, no time for a last "I love you"

No time for a "goodbye"

No time for thought, no time for prayer, no time for discussion.

No time,

As the grass withers so are the days of man.

As the vapor appears and vanishes, so is this life.

The vehicle tries to get back to the road,

No time

Allen tries to stop, tries to avoid the fate.

No time

The tree is there, air bags give up first.

No time

The next tree finishes the job

No time

Bark, metal, plastic, oil, fuel and blood they all mix.

No time,

The scene is tough, tough on young wives, tough on moms and dads,

Tough on plans, tough on dreams, tough on life.

No time

Their busted bodies lead to busted hearts.

The faces that once shined are now dim, the lips that once revealed a
beautiful smile are no more.

The eyes that could see right through, both green and blue, they see no
more.

The voices, oh how I miss the voices.

Now I have no time, no time to hear, to enjoy, to see,

I cannot miss them more, my depth of despair is complete.

I have found the bottom. I lay there. God, is here with me. If not...I
could not stand it.

His voice is my life line, my oxygen, my only way forward.

Nothing else is important now.

My dreams are burnt up, ambition discarded, cares are transformed.

My voice, it is His, my future is His. My life is His.

Doubt is like a shadow. It follows us all. Sneaking around trying to
cast a shade on the brightness of His Lordship.

I know the creator of doubt, he is my enemy.

Gary