Fierce Love at the Threshold (Part 3)

See parts 1 and 2

Time to go home
Wheelchair to open car door
Tender arms help you inside
Pillow to chest
The pale light on your fallen countenance
The pain pushing you back from touch

The road is rough
And I cannot drive slowly enough
To ease your suffering
As moans escape your lips
The ones I kiss at night
To send you off
To peaceful sleep

Cars speed past on a freeway too long
We are far from home
There is an energy of danger filling the car
I look everywhere for what approaches
Vigilant and wary
Cargo more precious than my own life

Then behind me the sound of screeching
And collision
Cars careening away from danger
As one spins out of control
I see it all in my rear view window
As the spinning one slides fast toward us

I think to move the car left,
But you grab my wrist,
Pull hard to the right
Away from the car that at this speed
Would surely take your life

I thank you for your prescience
For the right action to steer us away from danger
But you are holding your pillow tightly to your chest
You never moved your hand to grab my wrist
You swear that it was not you
That placed a forceful grip upon me
Forced us to move out of danger's path

And then I recognize the strength
Of that grip
A weathered hand that had worked in life
At fixing anything that was broken
My father's hand
Reaching from the other side one last time
To save my life

Miracles appear and we do not see them
They are the signs we are looking for
That we are not alone
Sometimes fierce love finds
Manifestation
Just at the moment when we are close to death
Forcefully, gently, it whispers
"It is not your time. Not yet."

Author's Note

The first two parts tell of my experiences of my own fierce love powered by God to safeguard my husband's life during his second heart surgery. This tells of my father's fierce love for me - his hand reached out, literally, physically grabbing my wrist to prevent a collision on the way home from the hospital. So palpable and strong was that grip, I thought it had to be my husband's- no one else being in the car. But he swears he did not move his hands from his chest. I believe him.

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ well... i do understand how it feels to be rescued from a life-threatening situation... ~ i am an atheist and i was rescued by an atheist in the last week of may last year... ~ he still says that it was me and that he did absolutely nothing but i suppose the presence of certain people empowers us in apparently unfathomable ways...

[Marianne Rose]

I'd like to hear about that rescue sometime- it sounds intriguing. There is still so much we don't understand about the mysterious events in our lives . . . Thanks for finishing and reviewing this story.

[. serah .]

~ i'll let you know if i write an actual account of it... thank you for your interest...