Beloved Roadkill


On a blazing summer day

In the sunny month of June,

A lone traveler just may

Find on the road something strewn

All about–something cooking

On the blistering pavement.

It may be known with looking

Something found what “behave” meant.

It lays so still and flattened,

A heap of marred flesh and fur;

Yesterday it’d been fattened

So it’s worth men could infer.

This carcass had meant so much

While still breathing and living.

It had been a friend and such

To the man who’d been giving

His provisions to the thing.

He gave it food; protection.

And he paid the price to bring

It away from infection.

He told it to stay with him,

Within the gates of his yard–

To just chew on the long limb

Of this tree. But that’s so hard!

It did not heed the kind man,

But it left the fence to find

Another branch which one can

Use it’s sharpened teeth to grind.

This is when it met a truck;

From noble to ignoble

In an instant of bad luck,

It became still–immobile.

The man did not hasten this.

He did not want it to be.

When he found, all his bliss

Was something he could not see.

If only it had listened

To his simple, earnest words,

The way wouldn’t have glistened

With blood and flesh pecked by birds.


Passing a dead dog on the side of the road arouses at least a little bit of emotion in everyone. Even those who do not love dogs are pained to see the body of such a creature laying by the highway.

Rarely though, in passing roadkill, do I think of the owner of the pet who met its unfortunate end.

I pass the animal, thinking about it only for a moment before I move on to another thought.

But, think about a dog owner that is searching for its pet. He looks everywhere, hoping that if and when he finds his long lost friend, their relationship can continue harmoniously. Instead of this, he finds the remains of his beloved pet on the side of the road.

Think of how he must feel.

Think of how much sadness and pain he must feel, knowing that if the dog would have just remained where he had commanded it to stay, this would not have happened.

I believe God feels the same way about us. He kindly shows us where to go and how to act. But, when someone strays from that, they become beloved roadkill.

He never wanted that to happen, and he is grieved at the sight. But, to him, letting his dogs roam freely in his fenced yard that they could escape from if they wanted to, was better than chaining them up to ensure their safety. He loves to see us running around and playing in his yard. He does not want to see us attached to the ground by an oppressive chain.

He is a chain-breaker, not a chain-maker.

“For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”

-2 Corinthians 3:17