A Simple Flaw

The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck
and marveled at the single crack
he'd never fix or check.

His mind oft wandered to the day
when this crack did appear;
the day of war with soldiers
whose commands he could not hear.

The booming sounds that did surround
on that fitful, fateful day,
did deafen him so he wouldn't hear
the gun that fired his way.

His chest was hit with the bullet
as he prayed to God in the sky
that he'd see his family just one last time
before he had to die.

He hit the ground; his eyes were closed,
he'd fainted from the pain
after seeing the blood that flowed
he knew he'd never breathe again.

Another soldier found him there,
bleeding on the ground
and rushed him to a doctor
who could keep the injury sound.

The soldier woke inside a tent
with a man over his bed,
the man just smiled, leaning near
to place a hand on his head.

"Today there was a miracle
that occured out on the field,
for when that gun was fired,
your life God would not yield.

You see, the bullet never pierced
into your tender skin;
the blood was caused by a piece of gem
that shattered and entered in."

The man stared at the ring
that hung around his neck
and marveled at the single crack
he'd never fix or check.

For that day on the battle field
as he waited for God's law,
his life was saved, his prayer fulfilled
by a single, simple flaw.