A Sense

The fateful turn of an event
or for reasons we never meant
could possibly draw us together.
There is no way to prevent
the reason you were sent
was to create a bond that does not sever.

I stood standing, soaked as it rained
slowly letting it wash away all of the pain
and now you encompass all that I feel.
The faith that I can be whole is all I retain
and it stirs my hunger again,
yet somehow you seem so surreal.

None of this could be planned
or fall disingenuous under command
but I will find you, high cost, whatever it may be.
After looking inward to fully understand
I will look for you, strong of heart and steady hand
but if I only knew your identity.

A Reckoning

There are moments in life that genuinely stop you in your tracks and force you to question the very path you are on, regardless of how steadfast your pace and confident your step. I had a moment very much like that this weekend.

As I lost control of the car, a moment came to pass where it was over in a flash yet every intricate and vivid detail seemingly made it last for hours. The tires screamed as if to warn of the coming mechanical onslaught of what was about to occur. I turned my head to look out of the driver side window and the highway surged towards me as I slid. Each yellow dash in the road disappeared under the vehicle, one after the other, as if to represent a single second in the countdown to something awful.

The view through that same side view window was suddenly obstructed by the road itself; the vehicle now began a roll that would last for two full revolutions. Glass exploded from every angle as my ears were filled with the most god awful noise I have ever heard. Steel, glass, concrete and fiberglass all began to violently collide into one another with complete disregard to the passenger of mere flesh and bone.

Somehow within this moment of complete and utter chaos, I had a quiet moment of clarity. The vehicle was completing its last roll and my only recollection from that specific second was that it was somehow deafeningly quiet and I had a sudden rush of calm wash over me. That sensation came with the lone, confident feeling that somehow everything would be alright. The vehicle landed back on its tires, I removed my seat belt and stepped out of the vehicle shaken but virtually unscathed.

As a deist, I have always doubted divine intervention. It has always seemed to me, assuming a god does intervene, the weight of the awful things that happen always outweigh the good of the miracles; this leads me to reject the concept. Examining the unharmed state in which I emerged from that vehicle has added a hairline fracture to my modern deist foundation. Was it luck or am I destined for something else?

Second chances are one of the most difficult commodities to obtain and never one that should ever be taken for granted. The only thing that I will take from this "second chance", if I may, is the sheer advantage of it. That night will remain in the forefront of my thoughts for quite some time as will remembering to count every blessing I ever have the fortune of receiving.