I wrote this after I hydroplaned with my mom and sister…the only, ONLY, reason nothing happened to us is because God and His angels were watching over us
Spinning and twirling
Faster and faster as it goes
Like a ballet but deadly
Fear grips your body as you keep going
There’s no way to stop it
It has a will of its own
You start to pray or call out in fear
Paralyzed you watch it slow down
Then CRASH!
The air becomes silent
You slowly shift to see
The shock sets in as you take in the sight
It’s in perfect shape except a few scratches
You glance up and see
What appears to be angels flying from the scene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very intense...i've been in a few crashes.......things are crazy, then its like 'whoa thank you Jesus'