Answered prayer …
It begs to be played with, this fire before her.
Taunting flames devouring that which it touches.
As it is stirred, enchanting sparks rain
a wondrous display of fireworks.
The heat emerges like a raging lion, searing those in its path.
It is mesmerizing, hypnotic, such as the flashback of that night;
forever burnt into the recesses of her mind.
This fire, like her memories, are begging to be fueled.
A victim is spotted among the embers.
It is an onion.
She watches it in awe.
Hungry flames lick the onion skin to a charcoal blackness.
It is desparate.
It wants more.
She watches the brilliant display of colors.
It reminds her of a story from long ago…
Moses and the burning bush.
God had spoken to him that day, via a bush.
God had spoken to her, too, in answered prayer.
She stirred the fire before her,
giving way to the memories of that night…
It began with a siren.
One that announces help is needed.
She laid in bed, whispering a prayer.
A sickening dread enveloped her.
Someone somewhere was hurt.
It was a moment every parent dreads.
She prayed for the families of the loved one.
She prayed for her own grown children.
As her prayer ended, the phone rang.
Her heart stopped.
Could it be?
She had been plagued for weeks worrying about her offspring.
Each time the siren blared…
She would phone them, fear gripping her heart.
It was to reassure herself they were okay.
Trust in the Lord for He is the protector.
The phone rang again, its shrill piercing through her.
She dreaded to pick it up but knew she must.
The fire before her became distorted by a tear.
It threatened to fall.
Her memories engulfed her.
As sparks became cooling ash, they danced around her.
One mingled with the tear.
Her mind shifted back to that terrible night.
“Hello,” she gingerly spoke.
Her daughter’s voice cracked with the tearful words,
“Mom, I was just in a car wreck.”
A cold wind washed over her body.
Goosebumps popped up.
Beads of sweat transpired.
She held her breath but for a moment.
Her daughter spoke up again, reassuringly.
“I’m okay. I just wanted to call you, before someone else did.”
Relief washed over her, like a cool bucket of water.
The Lord had been watching her loved one tonight.
That knowledge doused her flames of fear.
It was an answered prayer.
Her daughter flooded her with the details.
The car had rolled three times, before resting on its top.
It was totaled…
Both teens were merely scratched and bruised.
“I thank, God, that I am alive.” her daughter told her before adding,
“It could have been worse.”
She vaguely remembers hanging up the phone.
She had whispered a prayer of thanks to the Creator above,
watching over His children below.
Life, too often, is taken for granted.
It was like the fire before her.
It burned with passions and desires.
Unexpectedly it could be snuffed out in a moments notice.
Warm, strong arms engulfed her in a hug,
snatching her from her memories.
It was her son.
“Don’t worry so much, Mom.”
Giving her another loving embrace, he said,
“The Lord is always there.”
©2017 Tammy Kennedy
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