It was an accident

With no intent



They happen

These accidents

In a moment


Accidents every day

Unavoidable they say

What ifs unrelent

Was it me

Broken glass on the floor

Stubbing my toe on the door

Full of accidents

Life is seemingly

Will there come a day

With no more accidents

Hard to believe

If that day involves me

Then You remind

With words ever so kind

Eternity awaits

Accident free

In You there is no capacity

For accidents

Just great intent

On Your Beloved willfully

O how I long

For that moment’s reality

Where every accident

Is a distant memory



Ben Neiser

Ben Neiser

Christian. Husband. Father of two girls. Creative. Writer. Collaborator of Faith, Art, and Community.