I have felt Death calling my name -
From the damp warmth of ceasing
To the cold resolve of reaching finality.
My crumpled body rest at His holy feet.
And Angels looked down upon my soul.
With life growing inside of me, He knew –
It was not to be, for life was still full for me.
Pain filled me as They returned to the heavens.
And people bustled about disturbing my serenity.
Don’t cry, you’re not alone, I heard them say.
Will I ever walk again, I wondered to myself.
And my Angel appeared and held my tender hand –
Encased by sterile and cold walls, I prayed to Him
Would He hear me, for I was new to this prayer?
Now is the time to believe – please forgive me.
Bruised and battered I lay in waiting for the news.
My Mother’s Day gift not soon enough to arrive -
A broken back and pelvis, but also a child on the way.
And a month on my back and rest would keep us safe.
Not one, but two miracles after Death called my name.
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Kim, This put chills down my spine. Thank you very much for such a powerful and honest gift. Bill Grace
A wonderful poetic telling of something so personal and life affirming. Excellent write.
this poem...portrays fear and pain along side faith....if the plot of this poem is driven out a real life incident, then i hope faith won, in the end....love Richa: -)
A poignant story of love....prayer....and.....faith.......in a greater power! Excellent composition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thought provoking! i've never been at deaths door.I'ts not our choice to call time! not until we have completed our mission!