God appears as a total stranger
When you least expect Him.
In the form of the woman
Who perilously stopped at the side
Of the road and ran to our rescue,
Terror crossing her face, thinking only
Of the safety of those tossed about
Expecting injured bodies,
Her cell phone in hand
And already calling for help.
In the shape of the dark-haired man
Who stopped on the shoulder of the road
And ran to our car
Wearing his EMT jacket and asking
Over and over, “Is anyone hurt?”
Who did not leave until he saw
Us safely back on the highway
And driving away.
In the face of the kind Army officer
Dressed in his snug winter khaki green
Uniform, face full of concern,
Who jumped from his own car and ran,
Thinking the baby inside might be hurt.
Then climbed behind the wheel and drove
So carefully out of the ditch
Then cautioned us to be careful and to
Return home to the safety of our loved ones.
Thanks to the truck driver who passed by first
After witnessing our zigzag route
Across the ice-encrusted road.
Who smiled when I climbed out uninjured
And honked in sympathy to let us know
That he had called for help.
Thanks to the snowplow driver
Who waved as he went by in the fast lane
A salute to the living
A salute to the blessed survivors
Who were able to get up and walk away.
Thanks to the countless others
Who took time from their busy lives
To care about total strangers
Stranded in a snow back,
And a child strapped into her seat
Cold, but safe from harm.
All these carried Jesus in their hearts
Opening themselves to the
Possibility of grace returned in equally measure.
God’s grace falling in the snow
For all these things and many more
We bless the Lord this day
And grant them peace and serenity
All the days of their lives.
So beautifully done, Terry!