Monday, June 10, 2013
I'd started to cross a street, with the light,
Having looked both ways, I stepped out to walk;
When chill intuition gave such a fright,
That I couldn't move and I couldn't talk.
I gasped at the sudden chill down my spine,
And I shivered at the sharp, frosty shock,
That a foreboding I could not define,
Somehow caused all of my muscles to lock!
An unseen vehicle flashed past my face,
Which, careening past at its breakneck rate,
Would have splattered me all over the place,
Had that cold touch not made me hesitate --
The wintry-warm feeling that God's grace brings:
The feathery, cool touch of angel's wings.
I've felt that touch several times in the last three years. Have you felt it?
Posted by Mick at 1:59 AM