Silent Saviours
We rushed out of doors
To find a young lass on the crossroads
Lying helplessly in pain
With a scooter toppled
Over her injured self
A car had knocked her down
And sped off with disheartening speed
She was breathing and I put my hand
Under her head to comfort
As my husband dislodged
Her from the scooter and we
Brought her home and laid her on bed
Cleaned her wounds and called her parents
A smile curled up their worried faces
At God's grace
A decade later on the highway
My husband's car crashed into a tree
While saving a running dog
Stuck between a jammed steering wheel and seat
He lay bleeding and mutilated
A saviour stopped and dislodged him
Took him to a nearby hospice
Not a penny stolen from his heavy pocket
He handed over everything of value
That he could gauge from the car
Leaving as silently as he had entered into our lives
No name no identity no trace of himself
The hospital contacted us from his diary
Everything fitted in as if planned by bigger hands
His angels are everywhere
Even in places notorious for robbing and killing
March 5, 2016
Contest: What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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