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July-29- 20025
This or That Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh

 

My mind shudders at the memory of a dark day in my life when our son, a late boon into our arid life- the one we got after twelve years of long waiting, was admitted in the ICU, almost lifeless after an accident when he was just four. Being hyperactive, he ran across the road and was hit by a car right in front of our house, when dropped by the school bus. I wasn’t at home nor was his dad. We dashed to the hospital with rising anxiety and hearts pounding in dread, not knowing what really happened. Finding him oscillating between life and death, my heart shattered and my head reeled. Our child who was our world, lay badly hurt, like a torn piece of rag, limp and motionless. I could look at his swollen face only once. His breath was laboured, had deep cuts all over, and his school uniform was soaked in blood. The pain of the moment was too atrocious to bear. Crumbled, splintered and shattered into bits, I still can’t remember what happened next. The doctors said they were helpless, but asked us not to lose hope as God could work a miracle. We pitched all our hopes on the Almighty. All we could do was look up to Heaven and cry out for help, trusting He would save our son. In a coma, for almost seven days, he lay. Finally was discharged from hospital, pretty normal. Despite deep internal bleeding in his head, he escaped unscathed with no damage to his brain. We still feel it was by God’s Providence. with God's breath, was lit what lay smouldered in grey ash~ now ablaze in flame. When winter blizzards blow harsh and bitter, and chilling snow heaps up high and tall across the frozen field of our troubled lives, God’s providence becomes our fort and haven. His healing touch eases life’s bitter agonies. Looking back, I wonder how I managed that situation at the time when it seemed an insurmountable mountain. In life I was thrown into many a situation, I had no idea how I could ever navigate. But with the benefit of hindsight, I now view those moments through the clear lens of what they made me and what insights they gave. What I got was greater reliance on God and the ability to accept the challenges, trusting fully in ways of Providence! Also, I learnt that past experiences are meant to be learnt from and not lived in. Through all our trials, God has a definite plan. It is for our good, to give us ‘a future and a hope’. the clock ticks forward darkness is fully erased~ a bright day is born

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Date: 7/29/2025 11:04:00 AM
I am newcomer to Biblical concepts. But the word Providence brings me closer to believe in God and miracle in saving your son's life.
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Date: 7/29/2025 9:54:00 AM
The word Providence has much meaning to me personally. I was taught what it meant . And now I expect that thing to come from God. Everything, predestination. Liberty, Salvation but to say the least trials.
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Date: 7/29/2025 3:07:00 AM
Themes like hope, divine providence, and the human spirit's ability to persevere in the face of hardship are central to this wonderful poem, dear Valsa. It tackles a parent's terrifying experience of almost losing a child and the ensuing path of faith and recovery. A personal tragedy involving your beloved child's near-fatal accident, the inner torment of the parents throughout the crisis, and the subsequent joy and appreciation for the child's recovery are also described in the poem. It highlights how crucial faith and hope are during trying times. Best wishes for the contest.
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Date: 7/29/2025 4:13:00 AM
I appreciate your ability to empathise with those in pain. Thanks for understanding the depth of my painful experience and delving deep into every emotion I happened to pass through. I don't know if it is poetry. Call it a simple narration. This harrowing experience, I try not to reminisce, each time it props up. But to illustrate the ways of Providence in which I strongly believe, I just wrote. Thanks for your touching comment dear friend.

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