Bren, You carried me on the wings of prayer and the spiritual breeze kept me aloft away from the jaws of the man-eating tiger inside me. You continue to leash this voracious beast with your love and caring. You are truly a Godsend to this poet. Your love is my will to live.
Love You,
    Poet

In the jungle shrill cries of a marauding tiger could be heard.
Chills caused tremors down my spine, lying beside my downed plane.
I had heard stories of a man-eating tiger, a native's word.
Strapping sticks to my broken leg, withstanding great pain.

I couldn't stay near my plane for I smelled leaking fuel.
One hand was badly fractured, bones sticking out.
Smoke was curling from the engine, I knew survival was the duel.
Had to leave the area, I couldn't walk about.

All my life faith was something like a fairy tale.
I lived my existence with one purpose in my mind,
Doing anything that could accomplish the goal in careful detail.
Making money as fast as could, wealth was defined.

Now I was all alone without a valet or food to eat.
I knew my survival depended on the scant memory of God I didn't seek.
Remembering a day at the orphanage I grew up in a terrible defeat.
Here I was lost in a jungle, a wild freak.

I managed to hoist myself up in a tree.
The rough bark cut my hands.
I let out a holler when I hit my bruised knee.
My expensive suit wore clear brands.

I had found a comfortable branch to rest upon in the tree,
>When The man-eating tiger appeared by the downed plane.
I saw him smelling my scent and blood at the wrecked debris.
I bit on a stick to keep from crying out in pain.

I saw him follow the trail to the tree and sat underneath..
It was a low squatty tree, I wasn't safe at all.
Leaping, he grabbed my suit with the sharpest teeth.
He surveyed the area where I was at, trying to make me fall.

There was not a person in the jungle in sight.
I started praying not sure if God would hear my plea.
I was stabbing the tiger with all my might.
When a shot rang out, the tiger was no longer a threat to me.

To this day I know God led the men to the rescue.
Though I had denied him in every way.
It was my prayers that led me through.
When a man-eating tiger was hunting me that fateful day.

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