Meant to Live: A Reflective Prayer

I died. I was dead.

A collision. In an instant.

No headlights. No warnings.

Just me. Just you. There.

Former me finished.

Left in transgressions.

One minute old.

Next minute new.

One minute mired

in original sin.

Next minute yanked

from its grip.

A crisis moment.

Heart-mind popped

back into socket.

Forever changed.

Sanctified. Inside,

a new course charted,

a new trajectory.

I can breathe.

New eyes and ears.

It all looks different.

Meant to live.

I live. I am alive.