Wednesday, October 10, 2007


We were thrown from a train,
miraculously freed from a careless conductor.
I escaped unharmed while she lay wounded by the tracks.
I closed my eyes, repelled by the gashes on her hands and feet.
Blindly, I held her and cried for help.

A physician arrived,
strangely enough, on a stretcher.
His form flickered like a flame.
The wounded woman, herself, flickered in my arms.
Ministering to the woman, the physician and I,
I held her hand while he washed her feet.

She glistened as a shining pearl ring
appeared on her finger.
We looked with love into each other.


aurora said...


rdl said...

nice & intriguing!

Barbara said...

Nice Carol, very deep.

wandi said...

I find this to be very touching and beautiful, especially when the physician washed the womans feet. It reminded me of when Jesus washed the feet of His disciples. I must say this is so very nice. Great even.

Muhd Imran said...

This is an intriguing story. Love lightens the worst of things.