Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 26, 2010 6:03:45 GMT -5
HELPING HAND
On a grey and depressing day,
the clouds were hanging low.
I walked all alone on
a lonely stretch of road,
flanked by woods.
The heavy storm struck,
Lightning and thunder hit
the mother earth.
The sound was deafening
Like a thunderclap,
Accompanied by heavy rain.
I was flat on my back
Before awareness came to me.
I had just slipped and fallen.
O, pain knifed through
My hip and thigh.
No one to help me
Other than my Creator.
I knelt down and prayed.
There and then
A helping hand came
And we both escaped,
Singing and praising our Saviour.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB
On a grey and depressing day,
the clouds were hanging low.
I walked all alone on
a lonely stretch of road,
flanked by woods.
The heavy storm struck,
Lightning and thunder hit
the mother earth.
The sound was deafening
Like a thunderclap,
Accompanied by heavy rain.
I was flat on my back
Before awareness came to me.
I had just slipped and fallen.
O, pain knifed through
My hip and thigh.
No one to help me
Other than my Creator.
I knelt down and prayed.
There and then
A helping hand came
And we both escaped,
Singing and praising our Saviour.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB