Ready for a poem to make you think?  Who might we meet that can offer us life and righteousness?
 

In the sky, I saw a god, rising, burning Who, creeping across the clouds Reached his hand down inside my heart And I lived. I prayed, “Am I good?” “Not yet - wait,” he answered. “But when?” “Meet me tonight.” “At the crossroads?” “Yes, on the horizon. There we must die, And tomorrow when we rise, Your righteousness shall break forth, Like the dawn.”