Faith

All I remembered was the sonorous crash
as the warm sun filtering my windshield in April
my hand pressed on horn loud and shrill
Out of nowhere a red car fast and brash

I could hear someone say ’coma’
Machines sounding ***** and beep
amid that noise, heard you pray and weep
What on earth was this drama?

“Lord,bring her back to me”, you said
“The love and line of my life
My broken and honest wife
Or just now, strike me dead”

And, oh! then, the iridescent light
"Go back child to the one you love
This time the skies can linger above."
And my eyes open to the daylight.

Had always heard and read
Faith can move rocky mountains
Replenish and revive sad, dry fountains.
Yes,I believe, faith plucked me from the dead


Written on 05/04/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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June 27, 2016 at 8:47 PM
Sara C, Congrats on your awesome faithful win. Love SKAT
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May 6, 2016 at 3:27 AM
Congrats on ur great win Sara... wonderful pen!
Chansarkar Avatar
May 6, 2016 at 12:08 PM
Thanks for reading Upma!
Scars Avatar
May 5, 2016 at 8:11 PM
Sara, congrats on your placement in the contest :)-luloo
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May 6, 2016 at 12:07 PM
Thanx a lot Laura!
Negron Flores Avatar
May 5, 2016 at 2:15 PM
Congratulations on the placement of the contest Sara
Chansarkar Avatar
May 5, 2016 at 2:56 PM
Thanks so much Nayda!
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May 5, 2016 at 7:39 AM
When our faith is blended with those of loved ones, miracles happen. Good write, Sara, and glad you are still here! Love, David
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May 5, 2016 at 8:47 AM
Thanks David, this is inspired by an interview of a coma-survivor I watched sometime back!
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