Thank You Lord
On this day
it was about seven thirty
in the morning
I sat on a couch reading a poem
when my phone rang
and was told that my uncle had an accident
and he was in the hospital.
I hastily dashed out
as a feather being controlled by breeze
I flew fast to the hospital.
When I got there, I asked
to where he was and they pointed.
Upon entering his ward
I saw his body which tied road had mutilated
I was shocked with fear and I hastily closed my eyes
I opened one of it to take a sharp glimpse
at how he was doing
and saw that he can't lift his body and he can't eat.
My head expanded like a balloon,
my stomach groaned and quivered a bit,
my heart pounded heavily
my legs trembled upon the ground
I opened my mouth to say sorry
but a word won't come out.
My eyes filled with tears
though I struggled, and managed to suppress it.
However, my gratitude to the Almighty
for despite the accident and a lot of pain he endured,
neither his legs nor his hands were paralysed.
neither his eyes nor his brain were injured,
he is still complete as a man.
Most of all, with mist in our eyes,
we smiled as we faced each other
with words of praise and thanksgiving.
We realize that with less serious accidents,
some had already crossed the fence.
Glory be to the wonderful Lord.
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