Untitled by Cynthia Brast
They came to get him in the night
When everything was black
A lantern cast an eerie glow
Down from the horse’s back
They said he was a wanted man
Guilty of the crime
The rope they held for all to see
He had but little time.
No judge or jury to advocate
Against the angry mob
There was nowhere for him to run
His wife began to sob.
The man he kneeled to pray to God
“Save my eternal soul…
Help my family when I’m gone
It’s all in your control.”
He kissed his wife and son goodbye
And then he stepped outside
To face his fate from the angry men
About him who had lied.
They led him to the rounded knoll
Where the gallows stood
The rope was slipped around his neck
Over his head they placed a hood.
That night he left the home he’d known
And the family he had loved.
But God had heard his prayers that night
From heaven up above.
His family was provided for
God watched over them for him.
And promised that they would one day be
Together once again.
***Text and photographs copyright 2011 by Cynthia Brast. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without the expressed written consent of the author.