Floriana Hall's "A Moment Of Truth"
© 2003-2004 Floriana Hall

What races through a young man's mind
While his tires are sliding on black ice,
"Perhaps this is the end --
Dear God, give me some advice!"

Turning, spinning, slamming into the guardrail,
Hitting another car on the rebound,
"Dear God, save me, what should I do?
Prayer may work, I have found!"

Something tells the bewildered earthling
To vacate the vehicle expediently;
Was it an angel whispering in his ear
"Cross the highway immediately?"

Freezing, watching as other cars piled up,
His auto crunched in the center,
Seven in front and seven behind
Like a mangled accordion dissenter.

His cell phone handy, he dialed his parents
To rescue him this dark eerie night,
As he walked along the highway
After work, after this dreadful fright.

Safe once more at home,
His demolished vehicle left behind,
He said a prayer of thanks to God
That he escaped to peace of mind.