Man on the Precipice of Eternity

In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme my odyssey untamed, my spirit free. No car to claim, just two wheels flight a bond profound, betwixt the road and me. Leave Greencastle's eve, the welder's toil a tale of twilight's dire befold. Blinking lights, a train's advance a moment's halt, a saga yet foretold. Screeching car, a death-jarring shake rearview mirrors dread's reflection bred. As fate converges as metal twists a dance macabre for my destiny is misled. Pinned forward, toward the rails a silent thought - a desperate plea in me ensnared. "Dearest Lord, if beneath this train I must go let fate be swift. Or perhaps let this useless life be spared." Suddenly, wrenching twist a steel's lament, the bike recoils - as my body is flung on high - Into the darkest night, into the void. 'neath moonless skies where stars dare shy, and… Angels cry as they watch on high… Dazed and battered, my senses reel, vision blurred the drunk driver looms a specter dark. His question asked and guilt confessed coward's plea. A lost soul’s slur remarked. Surging with anger and ablaze with words I confront, to reclaim my right. He a quick retreat locks the doors in fear. His refuge found in a coward's night. The ambulance's glow as sirens wail a chaos whirls and swirls. A scene in frenzy's surge. Minutes fleeting with my dreams dispersed in aftermath's unsettling dirge. My pride and joy, now Jus a wreckage lain, slain among the ruins my tale reclaimed. My helmet shattered and yet My head unscathed. Somewhere a guardian's unseen hold. Roll bars and wallet-like armor stout a soldier's shield, a guardian's plea Army jacket a steadfast friend, protecting unshredded flesh… a testament to my destiny. A herniated disc a fate's decree a stark reminder of what could be. Yet in the wreckage and in the pain an Angels hymn, "To God be the Glory! Amen and Amen!" Through shadows deep in trials vast My journey was shaped, by destiny's measured degree… My Kawasaki, my loyal steed, is a testament to resilience to life's ever-loving mystery. In reverie, I ponder fate and the twists of life. The paths unknown. In echoes of that fateful night a prayer answered, my spirit, at last, has grown. For every twist, each turn, each scar, I learned that strength lies… not in steel or car, For life remains a fragile thread, a brush with death, a lesson read, a new life reborn. Now the road unwinds, a winding maze, with knee-bent gratitude, I will forever sing His glory and praise!