James 1:12
All I remember is a crown of antlers,
From right to left, that skid across my windshield
And wrapped around the mirror, hit the door
Behind me with a deafening bang. I shrieked
And kept on driving, feeling shocked, but moving.
A stream of headlights silhouetted raindrops,
That darted downward from the blackened sky.
For Blessed is he who perseveres in trial.
He’ll gain the crown of life, unlike the deer—
The buck who died, or lived—I’ll never know.