Divine Intervention
Was he in the wrong place at the right time?
Slipping, sliding, dying
to live;
just a kid.
Mom and Grandma busy,
gabbing, too far
away.
Was he in the right place,
a parental replacement
for such a time as this?
A little boy with prayers said
over him
while he traveled life’s rough roads;
even his carriage ride was bumpy.
After transferring hands a couple times,
the little boy found himself in Germany,
a celebration,
now his feet are slipping and sliding,
he can’t get a hold -
the pond, his death pondering.
An old man reaches in and snatches out
this little kid.
Just as soon as the boy is saved,
the angel disappears.
That boy grows up
and marries me.
5/23/2022
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