Injured and Dying

She hadn’t prayed since the crash,
Her anger had become manifest,
Her defiance, purchased with pain,
She was broken and hopeless.

From nearby came news of a dying girl,
From the depths of her misery,
She told God that He cannot let this happen,
And asked Him for the power of a miracle.

Her eyes closed to focus on the little girl,
“Maybe she can help me find peace,”
“Or maybe I can choose to walk again,”
She decided how to use the single miracle.

As she entered the child’s house,
And her pain worsened, unabated,
The power of the miracle invested her,
She was placed in the chair by the bed.

They joined frail hands in a gentle caress,
The power of the miracle passed.
The little girl rose from her bed,
And as they hugged, both were healed.